My Daughter’s Drunken Seductions

SUMMARY: Learn how Olivia accidentally seduces her father after showing up to his apartment intoxicated. After the first time, it quickly becomes a regular occurrence. How will her dad respond to her unwitting advances?

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story includes multiple graphic scenes of someone throwing up. But not graphic in the sense that the vomit itself is described. Just the fact that someone throws up on multiple occasions throughout this story. I try to be tasteful when talking about something unsavory like this happening. But hey, this story is about someone who consistently drinks too much. Consider yourself warned!

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. It is copyrighted. And copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

{{ Prologue }}

Have you ever been haunted by someone? And I don't mean "haunted by the dead". What happened to me had nothing to do with ghosts or poltergeists. No, it was much worse. You see, I was haunted by a living person. She goes by many names. Olivia. Olive. Liv. Livvy. She was nineteen when the true torment began. The way she plagued me will become clear as you read the following passages.

The girl I'm talking about is none other than my very own daughter.

Olivia is out-of-this-world attractive. Truly, she always has been. But ever since she graduated high school last year, she really grew into her body. Out of all her friends I had ever met, she was easily the best looking. By a wide margin. One thing in her credit is that she never acted arrogant about it. I never once got the impression that she even realized just how pretty she was. In hindsight, perhaps she really did know, but kept the thought to herself for the sake of sparing the self-esteem of her friends. Regardless, I still believed that she was far more gorgeous than she was cognizant of.

So, what does she look like? She is a little more than half a foot shorter than me, at 5'5". She has brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair (it hangs down to her lower back). She dyed her hair blonde about six months ago, but has since let the darker roots grow in. The combination of color is unsurprisingly stunning on her. Her eyebrows have always been dark brown (she didn't dye them when she colored her hair). She has a slight hourglass shape to her body, but not quite so emphasized like you might see on a runway model or anything. (Personally, I think my daughter's shape is closer to perfect than anyone else I've seen.)

Olivia's chest is perfectly proportional to the rest of her figure. Based on the slight knowledge I have of women's breast sizes, I'd say she would fit properly in a C-cup bra. Although I honestly can't remember the last time I saw her wearing one. She has very plump lips that thin out toward the edges, and a firm ass gained from many years of gymnastics and cheer. Her face is slightly ovular, which happened over the past two years or so. Before that, it was more rounded than anything.

As I said, my daughter is quite heavenly. And her attractiveness did not go unnoticed by me. Now, before the events which I'm about to describe, my "attraction" was never more than a collection of fleeting thoughts that I had a gorgeous daughter. I would sometimes brag about her to friends and colleagues, but that was about it. I had never considered myself actually fawning over her. It wasn't like I fantasized about her or anything like that, and I certainly had never thought of her sexually. Probably more than anything, I was just shocked that my genetics could produce such a majestic human.

The fact that my daughter was so lusciously gorgeous was about to have a very profound effect on me. Of course, her bubbly personality, friendly attitude and general demeanor played a large role as well. But perhaps if she wasn't so goddamn pretty, things would have been different. Who knows? All I can say for sure is that my daughter charmed me, and rendered my willpower completely impotent. Her beauty and personality both played with my psyche, luring me in. And therein lies the heart of the battle I soon found myself engaged in. I was, as I see it, cursed with a goddess for a daughter and therefore powerless to resist her, once I had seen the fruits that were possible.

Oh, and you may have guessed by the title of this story that alcohol played a large role in what's to come. You may read this story and formulate opinions about me. And you may not be wrong! Some may call me a lecher. Some may say that I "took advantage" of her inebriated state. But to you I say: Don't judge unless you've experienced the irresistible caress of Olivia's seduction, unwitting as it may have been!

And truly, it all started so innocently, and quite innocuously. Should I have been a better parent? Of course. But my lapse in judgement prevailed, and the events you are about to read did in fact take place. For better or worse, this is my story.

Now, let me say a few short words to help set the scene. For starters, Liv lives with her mother in the house where we both raised her. The divorce happened when she was fourteen. After that, I usually only saw my daughter a couple times per month. In hindsight, I probably should have hired a better lawyer and sued for more custody time. But I was so busy all the time (trying to make ends meet), that I settled for the way my ex-wife dictated things should go.

We live in a very populated Canadian city. Excuse me for not revealing our exact locale, for safety's sake. I've lived in a two-bedroom apartment ever since I moved out of the house with the two of them. The second bedroom is more or less setup as my home office and mini gym. At the onset of this story, I had only one bed. My apartment did have two full bathrooms, though.

Olivia graduated last year and had nearly finished her first year of college. This story begins in May, just a few weeks before the end of her semester. As I said, my daughter was nineteen.

It was a Friday night the very first time something... happened.

{{ Chapter 01 }}

Sitting on the couch in the living room of my apartment, I was somewhat listless as I perused a bunch of random videos on my TV. Lately there wasn't much in the way of good content on any streaming service. I was half tempted to cancel the lot of them. Just then, my phone buzzed, so I reached toward the table in front of the couch and picked it up. I saw that it was just after eleven o'clock. There was a notification that I had a text from my daughter, so I opened it and then typed a response.

LIVVY: hi daddy

ME: Hi sweetheart

I waited nearly a minute before she sent her next message.

LIVVY: can I come over?

ME: Uh, sure? Is something wrong?

Another pause. Then another message flashed into view.

LIVVY: uh, im kinda drunk

LIVVY: and mom will kill me if i go to her house

Oh boy. A smirk spread across my face and I started shaking my head. Ah, to be nineteen again! I typed my response into my phone and sent it.

ME: Yeah, come on over.

LIVVY: youre the best daddy!

Despite her inebriated state, I was happy that my daughter was coming over. It probably wouldn't be like a typical "visit", but it was still nice to see her. She only visited about once a month lately. Mainly that was because she was so busy with school, but I missed her dearly. She was my little girl and, ever since the divorce, I felt like she had been practically stripped out of my life.

Fifteen minutes later, I heard some commotion outside my apartment door. When I went to investigate, I found Olivia out in the hall, trying to take her shoes off. She saw me as soon as I opened the door and gave me a big, bright smile. Her shoe came free and she nearly fell, but managed to keep her balance. She kicked them over toward the mat outside my door and then walked past me into my apartment, barefoot.

Letting the door shut behind me, I turned to face my daughter. As I already explained, she is stunning. And tonight, she was slightly dolled up. She was wearing a snug, short-sleeved shirt. It was red, and below it was a pair of dark blue jeans. They were also tight. Every perfect line and curve of her body was neatly on display. Including her breasts, which seemed somehow more emphasized than normal. In fact, I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were poking against the fabric of her top, their outline quite visible.

"Hi, daddy," my daughter said. Her speech wasn't slurred, but by the way she was standing, I could tell she was heavily intoxicated. If that wasn't enough to go by, the smell of alcohol would have told the same story.

"Hi," I said, grinning.

Olivia walked toward me and immediately wrapped her arms around my back. I returned the hug, and we held each other close. She felt warm, and I couldn't help but notice how soft and squishy her breasts felt as she mashed them against my chest. She was still clinging to me after about five seconds, which I assumed was on account of the alcohol in her system.

My daughter tilted her head slightly and then pressed her face against my neck. I could feel hot air streaming out of her nose and playing against my skin. It tickled slightly. After another ten seconds went by, I decided this hug was definitely not a typical hug. Well, maybe she missed me. It had been quite some time since we had seen each other. Feeling sentimental, I squeezed her a little tighter against me, feeling her tits flatten completely.

Then the unexpected happened. I felt something warm and wet against the side of my neck. Liv had her lips pressed there. Holding still, I waited for her to pull away, but she didn't. After ten seconds, I felt her mouth slowly begin to open and close against my skin. I was so stunned that I just stood there, frozen. My daughter continued kissing the side of my neck and then began sucking. That's when I realized I could feel something gently lapping against my skin. Her tongue.

That second shock hit me just as she finally pulled away, sinking back down onto the heels of her feet. She was staring at me, eyes bright enough that I could almost believe she was sober. Liv smiled and then she made a soft, cooing noise. Her hands were still wrapped around my neck, but she let go and took a half step back. Nothing about her demeanor was alarming. The thing that did have me on edge was the fact that my cock was beginning to swell with blood.

I was aroused.

Olivia walked past me and went into the guest bathroom. All I could do was stand there dumbly. My neck still tingled where she had been kissing and licking me. I even lifted my hand and rubbed it. It was moist. A few minutes later, she came back out, stumbling toward the couch. I quickly moved to help her and got her onto it. Her head barely sank into one of the pillows before I could tell she had completely passed out. Less than a minute later, she began to snore.

Grabbing a blanket, I draped it over her. For a minute, I stared at her slumbering form. She looked very peaceful. Of course, my thoughts were a bit scrambled as I could hardly think about anything except the fact that my daughter had just been sucking on my neck a few minutes ago. Well, chalk that one up to a drunken mistake, I suppose. It seemed unlikely that she would even remember it in the morning.

Heading down to my own room, I got ready for bed and changed into some sweats and a loose shirt. Once I laid down, my mind went on overdrive. That kiss hadn't meant anything, and I knew it. But I was worried about the fact that it had caused my cock to stir. I mean, of course she was a very pretty young girl. But she was my daughter. And never before had I ever even remotely thought about her in a sexual way. Well, best to just go to sleep and forget about it.

An hour later, I woke and didn't feel like I had slept at all. My throat was parched, so I got out of bed and padded quietly down the hall toward the kitchen. It was right next to the living room, and I didn't want to wake Olivia. As I walked past the couch, I glanced down at her and then froze. Good fucking hell.

My daughter was topless.

For the next minute, I couldn't move. I stared at her chest, taking in the utter perfection of her breasts. They were two perfect orbs, barely deflated despite the fact that she was lying on her back. Oh god those were gorgeous! And her nipples were unlike any I had seen before. For starters, they were extremely small. Probably less than an inch across. And the tips were tiny as well. Despite their small size, I could see them protruding above her skin about half a centimeter. My entire body shivered at the sight. And at the barrage of taboo thoughts that suddenly buffeted my mind.

Heading back to my room, I climbed into bed and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My thirst was completely forgotten. As I tried to force myself to sleep, my mind would not relent. Thoughts and images cycled through my head for hours. I thought about how her lips felt when she kissed my neck. I shouldn't have liked that so much. In hindsight, I could have stepped away and broken our embrace. Would she have been embarrassed if I had, though? That was the last thing I wanted to do. It was just a harmless gesture, after all. Wasn't it?

Hours went by and I drifted in and out of sleep at least a dozen times. When I opened my eyes next, sunlight was streaming through my window, and I could hear the shower running from down the hall. Liv was awake. Unfortunately, my thoughts were no less distracting than they had been all night. When I tried closing my eyes, all I could see were my daughter's ripe-looking breasts. I struggled to push them away.

When I heard the water turn off, I stayed in bed. I figured I'd give her time to get dressed before making an appearance. The bathroom door opened a few minutes later and then I heard the unmistakable sound of Olivia's feet heading my way. Lifting my head up at the last second, I watched her walk through the door to my room. She had a towel wrapped around herself, covering most of her body. My eyes couldn't resist staring at her long, sensuous legs for a few seconds before snapping up to her face.

"Morning, daddy," she said, sounding cheerful.

"Good morning," I said back, trying to act nonchalant. And most definitely trying not to give away the fact that I had been fantasizing about her all fucking night.

Liv walked toward my closet, pausing just outside the door to ask, "Can I borrow one of your shirts? While I do some laundry, I mean."

Sitting up in my bed, I said, "Yeah, uh... sure."

Staring at my daughter, I watched as she stepped into my walk-in closet and started rifling through my shirts that were hanging in there. She grabbed a gray one and pulled it off the hanger. Then she tugged at the towel and my mouth fell open as it slid down her body, crumpling to the floor. My eyes opened wide as I stared at her naked ass. Jesus christ! How was literally everything about my daughter so perfect? Her cheeks were round and firm, and the line down the middle of them was so arousing to look at, I felt heat flowing into my cock. I shouldn't be staring, and I knew it. But I could not tear my eyes away.

Olivia lifted an arm, pulling one of my button-down shirts on. She slid her other arm into the second sleeve and then started buttoning the front of it. Her ass cheeks were mostly covered by my shirt, but I could still see the bottom slopes where they blended with her legs. I realized my heart was racing and it was difficult to take a full breath. Despite that, I couldn't wrench my eyes away. When my daughter slowly turned to face me, I finally managed to lift my gaze. She was smiling when she saw me looking at her. Did she realize the show she had just given me? In the back of my mind, a tantalizing thought floated mercilessly. She wasn't wearing any panties.

Swallowing, I gaped at my daughter. The fact that she had covered her naked bosom with one of my shirts did nothing to assuage my growing arousal. Her crotch was covered, but only by a few inches. That didn't help settle my turbulent thoughts from the previous night at all. If anything, it amplified them ten-fold. Visions of her naked tits while she slumbered on my couch haunted me.

"Thanks, daddy," Olivia said and then she proceeded to load up my washer with her outfit from the night before. I couldn't help but notice that she shoved her panties in there as well.

Getting out of bed, I made the two of us breakfast. For the next hour, I barely kept it together. Livvy sat at the table with me and all I could think about was the fact that if I scooted my chair back a few feet and glanced under the table, I would likely get a clear shot between her legs. At her bare crotch. Suddenly, all I could think about was whether or not my daughter was clean shaven, or sported a patch of pubic hair? What the fuck. That thought was so many kinds of wrong, it wasn't even funny.

The dryer buzzed, indicating her clothes were done. Olivia got up from the table and headed toward my room. I couldn't help but swing my head her way, watching her bare legs as she strutted down the hall. I seriously needed to get a grip. Swallowing hard, I did my best to snuff the incestuous thoughts out of my mind.

A few minutes later, my daughter walked back into the entry room, fully dressed. She was smiling at me as she said, "Thanks so much for letting me crash here, daddy."

"Of--" I cleared my throat and then continued, "Of course, any time." In my mind, I secretly hoped it would happen again. I knew that my desire was completely bereft of reason, but I couldn't deny it.

She gave me a brief hug and then slipped out of my apartment.

{{ Chapter 02 }}

I didn't hear from my daughter for two weeks. Even though my mind frequently conjured up memories of that night, the effect those thoughts had on me blessedly started to diminish. That is until I found myself casually relaxing in my apartment two Fridays later. I was wearing only a pair of sweats and no shirt. Holding a beer in my hand, I have a very mild buzz while I enjoyed a new movie in my living room.

My phone started vibrating on the table in front of me. Grabbing it, I frowned when I saw that it was Olivia trying to make a video call to me. Curious, I answered it. My daughter's gorgeous face appeared on the screen a few seconds later.

"Hi daddy!" she said loudly, sounding slurred.

My cock stirred against my will. What the fuck? Ignoring it, I said, "Hi, Liv."

It looked like she was in a car. I could see the seat behind her and when she turned a little, lights were passing by through a window. She was grinning as she spoke, "I hope it's ok." She paused to burp quietly, then went on, "... but I'm on my way to your apartment."

"Drunk again?" I asked, not entirely sure if I should be condoning this kind of behavior on a regular basis.

Liv started giggling and then she pulled the phone very close to her face, so I could only see her nose and mouth as she whispered, "Only a little."

The camera zoomed out again and then I was staring up her body. She must have let her hand drop into her lap. From this angle, I could see the slopes of her breasts, with her face just beyond them. She was looking down at the camera, still smiling. My mind decided it would be a grand joke to remind me just how ripe those tits looked when they weren't covered by a layer of clothing.

With a shake of my head, I regained my senses and said, "Yeah, it's ok. Come on over."

My daughter frowned and then the camera got close to her face again. It looked like she was trying to see something on the screen of her phone. Whispering again, she exclaimed, "You don't have a shirt on, daddy."

"Oh," I said, suddenly embarrassed. I tilted my phone up instinctively, so she could only see my face. Then I added, "Uh, I'll go grab one."

"You don't have to. I don't care," Olivia said, shaking her head. She had pulled the phone back so I could see her entire face again. I felt oddly bummed that she didn't give me another show of her teenage tits. Fucking hell, what was wrong with me? My daughter hiccupped and then said quietly, "It's not like I've never seen you topless before."

That was true. But somehow the way she worded it made me squirm a little. Guys usually weren't referred to as being "topless". "Shirtless" yes. But "topless"? That was usually reserved for girls. I don't even know who came up with that rule, to be honest. And why the fuck was I thinking about it anyway? Who fucking cares.

Clearing my throat, I asked, "What will you tell your mother?" I was curious.

Livvy shrugged into the camera and said, "That I felt like visiting you tonight. She's been encouraging me to see you more lately, anyway." Her words were slurred quite a bit, but she was still intelligible, at least.

Nodding at my phone's camera, I said, "Yeah, ok. See you soon?"

She started giggling again and then the call ended. For a minute, I couldn't move. My daughter was on the way to see me, and she was drunk as a skunk. And to my complete dismay, I was excited about it. A little aroused, even. And those thoughts should never be part of a father's vocabulary regarding his daughter.

I'm honestly not sure what the hell I was thinking, but when Olivia showed up fifteen minutes later, I still hadn't bothered to put on a shirt. That seemed somehow... wrong. But once she knocked, I immediately made a b-line for the door and opened it. She was grinning as we stared at each other, standing in the doorway. Her body was less than two feet away from me. She didn't make a move to step into my apartment, and I dumbly stood in her way.

Liv started to sway suddenly, and I realized just how drunk she looked. Taking a quick step forward, I grabbed her, steadying her with my hands on her shoulders. The door hit my back as it tried to swing shut. My daughter and I stared at each other and then I watched as her eyes slowly slid down my naked chest. My heart started to race. When she looked at my face again, she wore a very smoldering expression. I realized that her mascara was applied in such a way that I could see each individual eyelash. And her eyeliner was drawn perfectly. Her beauty made my breath catch.

Livvy took a step forward and I stepped back, bumping the door open again with my butt. We walked into my apartment and then resumed our stance right in front of each other. The corners of my daughter's mouth began twisting upward and then she took another step forward, hugging me. She pressed the side of her face against my shoulder and then began to run her hands up and down my naked back. It felt wonderful. I hugged her back. We clung to each other for about fifteen seconds.

Then my daughter slid her hands onto my sides, slowly running them up, almost to my armpits. It tickled a little, but felt so good, I held still. She did that a few times, going up and down. Then I felt her face shifting, lifting up a little. When I realized she was moving toward my neck, a reflex made me tilt my head ever so slightly. Olivia pressed her lips against my skin again, just like last time. A shockwave of pleasure rippled through my body. A few seconds later, she began opening and closing her mouth, gently sucking my neck yet again. I felt her tongue in the mix, too. And like last time, I did nothing but stand there, letting her do this to me.

Livvy started opening her mouth wider, using her tongue in a more exaggerated way. Jesus. My body was flooded with arousal. So much that I began to shake as I stood there. I could feel my cock swelling, filling up with blood and becoming erect. I had to stop this. But her mouth just felt so good. After a full minute of torture, my daughter finally pulled away. When she stepped back and stared at me, she looked breathless. I was trembling and completely at a loss for words. Swallowing a huge lump in my throat, I watched as she took a half step closer to me again. What was she going to do now?

Olivia lifted both hands and placed them gently on my naked chest. Tilting my head down, I watched as she slowly began to explore my pectorals. Her touch left trails of tingling pleasure all over my skin. What was happening? She lifted her hands off my chest, except for a single finger from each one. Tracing a slow circle around each of my nipples, I gaped. And that was precisely when I started to hyperventilate a little.

Finally coming to my senses (somewhat), I took a deliberate step backward, breaking our taboo connection. I felt completely embarrassed, although I was pretty sure my face was white since my entire blood supply was concentrated in my throbbing cock. Good christ. Shaking my head, I drew in a deep breath. My heart was still pounding away like mad, but I tried to ignore it.

Just then, Liv started to sway, and it looked like she was going to fall. Grabbing her, I held onto her arms again. When she looked into my eyes, she whispered, "I think... I need to go to bed now."

Nodding at her, I guided her toward the couch. Helping her onto it, I made sure she had a pillow and then pulled her shoes off. She murmured thanks to me, clearly about to pass out. Heading down the hall, I grabbed a blanket for her. As I walked back into the living room, she was sitting up on the couch, pulling her shirt up over her head. I froze, gaping at the wonderful pair of melons that were suddenly on display yet again. Oh dear god they were perfect. For several heartbeats, I just stared at my daughter's naked chest. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were hard, just like last time. Was that because she was cold? Or... something else? She got her shirt off and threw it on the floor, then laid back down.

My legs were shaking as I stepped up behind the couch. She hadn't noticed me staring at her. Thank god. Flipping the blanket into the air above my daughter, I draped it over her body. Her eyes were closed, but she murmured another thanks. A few seconds later, she started to snore. For a minute, I just stood there, watching her sleep. My eyes couldn't help but drift down, tracing the outline of her body the blanket displayed. The contours of her breasts were quite visible, and I could even see her nipples impressed on the blanket. It took every shred of willpower I could muster not to reach out and pull the blanket down, just for a little peek.

What the ever living hell was wrong with me? Stiffly, I did an about-face and forced myself to walk down the hall. As I crawled into bed a minute later, my erection was raging rabidly. I ignored it, though. As much as I could, anyway. It plagued me for the better part of the night, preventing me from resting fully.

The following morning, Olivia gave me another show not unlike last time. I was lying on my bed, watching her walk into my closet. She had put her shirt on, at least. But only until she had her back to me, then it came off. Her skin was gorgeous. She picked up a towel and wrapped it around herself, and then proceeded to take her shorts and panties off. They were black with frilly laces around the edges. Once she had all her clothes off, she put them in the washer and then went to take a shower.

When my daughter was done showering, she asked to borrow a shirt again. Of course I told her it was fine. This time, she chose one of my big hoodies. And, as we sat quietly eating breakfast together, I couldn't help but think about the fact that her panties were in the dryer, which meant she was wearing only my hoodie and nothing else. Needless to say, it was extremely difficult to concentrate.

We made small talk, but that was about it. I honestly didn't even know what to say to her. My mind was so jumbled with thoughts that didn't belong there, it was hard to think straight. After the dryer buzzed, Livvy went and got dressed. She gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek, and then she was gone.

{{ Chapter 03 }}

It probably won't shock you to know that I was a mess the next week. Thoughts of my daughter's perfect tits haunted me day and night. Not to mention the lingering kiss she had planted on my neck. Twice. Or the molestation of my naked torso with her hands. I barely had to think about it for a few seconds, and I would get hard. It felt like the entire week was spent battling erections, trying to keep them at bay. And let me tell you, it was a losing battle. Oh, I could have masturbated. Right? Except, no. I couldn't. Because I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the contents of my fantastical mind would be exclusively centered on my daughter if I gave in to the urge. So, I refrained instead.

The following Friday night, Olivia showed up yet again. Except this time, she didn't text, or give any warning whatsoever. She just showed up, knocking on my door. I was actually asleep when she arrived. Groggy as I was when I roused, I knew it was her before I even reached the door. Opening it, my beautiful, nineteen-year-old daughter stood in the night just beyond the threshold. She was gorgeous as always. Our eyes locked and for a few seconds, I took in her appearance. Liv smiled the second she saw me and her face seemed to be glowing. Her eyelashes were damp from perspiration and her makeup had run slightly. Maybe she had been out dancing?

My daughter suddenly lurched forward erratically and she crashed into me. Instinctively, I grabbed her around the waist to keep us both from toppling over, and we stumbled a few feet inside my apartment. The door shut with a click and then Livvy was staring up at me. Her breasts were mashed against my front as she clung to me with her arms wrapped around my lower back. My thoughts wandered to the past and I found myself visualizing her naked globes of flesh yet again. A full body shiver went through me as we stood there, eyes locked. Her lips looked incredibly plump and inviting.

Liv's eyes fluttered and then she whispered breathily, "Hi daddy." She was unmistakably drunk.

Clearing my throat, I whispered back, "Hi Livvy."

Her smile grew wider and then I felt her hands sliding up my back as she straightened. She seemed to have regained her balance. When she reached my neck, her grip loosened and I felt her hands dangling just over my shoulders. It was a sexy pose, if I'm being honest, and she had a glint of excitement in her eyes as we stood there. When she leaned forward, I knew exactly where she was headed and I didn't do a thing to thwart her. Her head lifted a bit higher and then I saw her face slowly moving forward. Whatever the hell possessed me, I wasn't sure. But I tilted my head sideways, clearly inviting her to do as she pleased. Like an idiot.

Sure enough, Olivia pressed her lips against my neck. Just like the last two times. Except this time, I closed my eyes as I felt her cool, wet mouth latch onto me. Then she began to suck on my skin. My breath caught and my entire body started filling with arousal. I felt my cock swell up to full mast within a few seconds. In less than half a minute, my heart was racing and I felt warm from head to toe. My daughter's mouth opened and closed, and I could feel her tongue gently lapping at my skin.

After a full minute, she wasn't stopping. I was breathing shallowly, doing my best to hold the two of us up, but it was becoming harder and harder. My body was shaking and I started turning to jelly as I held onto her. I was still holding onto her waist, but I slid my hands backward. For two heartbeats, I cupped her ass cheeks before sliding upward onto her back. Was it just me or did she suck my neck harder when I touched her butt?

Another minute went by, and Liv was not letting up. Her torturous suction against my neck was driving me crazy. I realized I could hear cute little noises coming from her mouth. Almost like moans, but not quite. More like murmurs. With my hands on her back, I started rubbing her, kneading my way up and down. She opened her mouth again and I felt her slide down an inch. Her tongue brushed a particularly sensitive spot on my neck and I did the one thing that no father should ever do in the presence of his daughter.

I moaned.

Livvy reacted immediately when she heard. Her suction grew stronger against my neck. That's when I realized I could hear how rapid her breaths were coming out of her nose. She pulled herself a little tighter against me, kissing her way up my neck until she reached the last bit of skin just beneath my jawline. Her tongue danced sensually along the lower edge of my jaw and my entire body gave a shiver. Oh my fucking god that felt amazing. And it was easily the most erotic scene in my life, bar none.

When she pulled herself closer to me, my daughter's stomach pressed against my cock, causing it to instantly throb as it pressed into her. I could hear a quiet gasp escape her lips, and then her hands started to move.

Her right hand dropped from my shoulder, sliding down my arm. Jumping from there to my flank, I inhaled sharply from her touch. But she didn't stop moving. Downward she traveled until she reached my hip. For a second, I thought she was going to slide her hand around to my ass. Much to my horrified delight, she went the other way instead. When her fingers suddenly latched onto my cock, there was nothing under the sun, moon or stars that I could have done to prevent another moan from escaping my mouth. Except this one was much louder than the earlier one.

Livvy reacted to the sound the only way that made sense in this twisted, taboo interaction. She began rubbing me there while her mouth continued its relentless assault against my libido. Her mouth was opening and closing sloppily on my neck. I realized I could feel dribbles of saliva dripping down my skin. I shuddered, unable to do anything except let her continue. This was bad, and I knew it. But my god, it felt so right!

Everything began to get more intense. My breathing. My daughter's urgent sucking of my neck, her sloppy, probing tongue. And the worst part of it all was the fact that I knew I should put a stop to it. I knew it wasn't right. My hands should be pushing her away out of pure, natural instinct. Yet every muscle in my body was hunkered in, refusing to budge. I started to feel panic well up in my chest.

Olivia's hand slid down underneath my cock, until I could feel her gently brushing my balls. Oh god that was brilliantly perfect. She rubbed them for a few seconds while her hungry mouth continued assailing my neck. Slowly, I felt my daughter's hand move upward once more, her fingers running the entire length of my rock-hard staff. My entire body was trembling. This was the heaviest I had ever been aroused in my life.

Liv yanked herself back, suddenly pulling away from my hold on her. It was so unexpected, I nearly stumbled. Opening my eyes, I stared at her in shock. I watched as her eyes opened wide and she slapped her hand over her mouth. Then she sprinted past me and, a few seconds later I heard the unmistakable sounds of vomit splashing into the toilet.

Reeling, I tried to catch my breath. My cock was tingling like mad, overstimulated and pulsing with pleasure. Jesus. When I heard my daughter puke again, I started to sober. With a shake of my head, I finally forced myself to move. Heading into the bathroom, I found her kneeling in front of the toilet, head hovering above the bowl. She was breathing heavily, her hands gripping the porcelain sides. Kneeling behind her, I carefully gathered her hair, pulling every strand behind her head and holding on. Olivia threw up one more time, but fortunately that seemed to be the last.

I stayed with my daughter for ten minutes, making sure she was ok. She had her forehead pressed against the edge of the toilet as her breathing gradually calmed down. Finally, when it seemed like she was done, I helped her to her feet and then guided her down the hall and into my bedroom. Throwing the covers back, I lifted my daughter's body and placed her in my bed as gently as I could. Taking her shoes off, I tucked her in. She was snoring softly. Leaning down, I planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and then headed back to the living room where I threw myself down on the couch.

Somehow, I eventually managed to fall asleep. When I woke the next morning, I could hear my washer running from down the hall. Getting up, I went to my room to investigate. Liv was in my closet, buttoning up one of my shirts. She looked over at me and I noticed her cheeks starting to turn red. God damn she looked sexy wearing my shirts.

"I should probably start bringing a change of clothes," Liv said, sounding embarrassed.

Shaking my head, I said, "I don't mind you wearing my shirts." What a stupid thing to say. Where the hell did that even come from?

My daughter gave me a funny look, but I shrugged it off. Trying to change the subject, I suggested we have some breakfast. I knew she must be feeling the effects of too much alcohol, even though she didn't exactly look hung over. She agreed and we spent the next forty-five minutes cooking and eating breakfast together. She swapped her clothes to the dryer mid-meal. Afterwards, she went to take a shower while I cleaned up the dishes.

The dryer buzzed, so I turned the sink water off and then headed down to my room. Liv was still in the bathroom, although the shower was no longer running. Stepping up to the dryer, I started pulling her clothes out and folding them in a neat pile. Grabbing a little piece of purple fabric, I lifted it out of the dryer and stared. It was her panties. Holding them up, I stretched them out in front of my face. The thoughts that tumbled through my head in that moment were not at all fatherly. They were rather incestuous, if I'm being honest. Good christ.

A creak behind me announced the presence of my daughter. Quickly dropping her underwear on top of the pile of clothes I had folded, I grabbed them all and turned to find Olivia standing a few feet behind me, covered only in a towel. She was staring at the pile of clothes I held before me. Had she witnessed me revering her panties? Oh god, how fucking embarrassing. But she didn't say anything, so I handed her the pile.

Then, she grabbed the purple undies and set the rest of her clothes on the edge of the dryer. As I stared, I watched my daughter bend over and then step into the panties. Staring at her while she shimmied them up her legs under the towel, I knew I was witnessing the single most sensual event of my entire life. The towel hiked up a bit as she snugged them in place around her crotch, giving me a view of her gorgeous thighs before it settled down just past her knees once more. She was staring at me, not saying a word.

When Liv grabbed her skirt from the dryer, that was my cue to give her some privacy. Quickly walking out of my room and down the hall, I let her dress without her father's desirous eyes watching her slip into her clothes. But god, I would have given just about anything to witness her gorgeous breasts one more time.

My daughter came down the hall a few minutes later wearing a cheerful smile. Walking around the front of the couch where I sat, she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. She thanked me for letting her sleep in my bed and then she left. I stared at the door of my apartment for a long time after she was gone. I think I really needed to figure out a way to put a stop to this. But the worst part was, I knew that in the back of my mind, I didn't really want to. It was awful difficult to stop doing something you were addicted to.

{{ Chapter 04 }}

Olivia's semester ended that week and then, the following Friday night, she sent me a text just before midnight. It said simply, "On my way." Like it was a normal thing. And in a way, I suppose it almost was by that point. But I couldn't help the thrill of arousal that surged through my body the second her text came through. And for the next twenty minutes, I could barely think about anything except the things that had happened over the past month.

I jumped when the now familiar soft knock echoed through my apartment. Quickly getting up from the couch, I walked to the door and opened it, letting her in. Olivia was wearing the skimpiest outfit I had ever seen on her. Her t-shirt was cropped and loose, hanging a few inches away from her body as it rested on her jutting breasts. There couldn't be more than three or four inches of fabric hiding her boobs. It wouldn't take much to uncover them. As she stepped past me, I couldn't help but notice how her tits jiggled, as if they were free of restraint. It was all I could do not to openly gape at them. I really needed to stop torturing myself.

With my back to the door, I watched Liv turn around to face me. Her breasts swung back and forth for a few seconds until settling into place. She smiled and then took a few steps toward me. I watched her like she was a poisonous cobra, holding my breath. Was it just me, or did she have a very deliberately sexy sway to her strut? Stopping right in front of me and tilting her head back a little, my daughter said, "Thank you for letting me keep showing up like this."

Giving my head a slight shake, I whispered, "It's ok, I don't mind." That was true. Although in the back of my mind, I heard a little voice asking me if I was guilty of taking advantage of my daughter in her drunken state by encouraging this behavior? Did she even realize the things she was doing to me when she showed up like this?

Olivia's smile grew even bigger and then she took one more step forward, wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace. Her tits mashed against my chest and I felt my pulse quickening, as usual. I could feel her breath against my skin and then, just like the past three times, she gently pressed her lips against the side of my neck. Instinct kicked in and I cocked my head slightly just as her mouth started to suck me gently. I was shaking a little. Unfortunately, she only kept her lips there for about thirty seconds that time before pulling away. Wait. Unfortunately? What the hell was wrong with me? I should be counting my blessings that she didn't push this as far as she had last week. I started to shake my head, pushing myself back a step. Drawing in a breath--

Livvy lunged forward and, just like that, she kissed me.

The universe disappeared. Shock lanced through me, and I felt like my heart had just stopped. I could feel my daughter's tongue tracing a slow line along my upper lip and it made me shudder. She opened and closed her lips slightly, and I was unable to do anything. I couldn't move. I felt powerless as desire swept over me. The kiss lasted for thirty seconds before she finally pulled away. We still had our arms wrapped around each other as we stared, and I realized that her chest was rising and falling as she breathed heavily.

Olivia swayed and then stumbled a little before catching herself. It dawned on me that this might be the drunkest I had seen her yet. Whispering, she said, "I need to use the bathroom."

Letting my arms fall away from her, all I could do was nod at her as she stepped past me, walking toward the bathroom. I followed her, just in case she was about to throw up again and needed help. It had nothing to do with the fact that my cock was acting like a lodestone, thinking my daughter was always "north". At least I hoped that wasn't my motive.

Livvy was just squatting over the toilet as I walked in, and I watched as she tugged her jean shorts down her legs. Unable to stop myself, I stared at her crotch on her way down, but the shadows prevented any kind of peep show. A few seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of pee tinkling inside the toilet bowl. My daughter lifted her head and stared right at me, completely unfazed by the fact that her father was standing in the bathroom while she took a leak.

Completely frozen, I stayed the entire time. Once she was done, she grabbed some toilet paper and jammed her hand between her legs. Then she stood up and, once again, my eyes drifted downward, hoping to catch a glimpse of something sinful. But she was quick about tugging her shorts up, so I didn't see anything that time either. I seriously needed to get my mental health checked out, I decided.

After washing her hands, Liv stumbled past me into the hallway. I caught her before she ran headfirst into the wall. Oh my. She really was drunker than I could ever remember. Maybe I should have a talk with her soon about that. But then again, I was nineteen once, too. So I knew how it could be sometimes. Turning my daughter in the direction of my bedroom, I guided her down the hall and then across the room to my bed.

"This is your bed, daddy," she slurred, but didn't protest as I rolled her onto it. Once I had her on top, I slipped her shoes off, as I had become accustomed to.

"It's fine, sweetheart. I'd feel more comfortable with you in here tonight," I said, trying to sound soothing.

Olivia wiggled around on my bed and then started tugging her shorts off. I stared, wide-eyed, as they slid down her thighs. Once they were far enough down, I noticed that she was wearing a pair of lacy, pink panties. She finished sliding her shorts the rest of the way off and tossed them over the side of the bed. Then she stretched out. My eyes took in her body, admiring everything I could see. My gorgeous, teenage daughter was lying in my bed wearing only a skimpy t-shirt that showed off her bosom very nicely, and a pair of panties. That was all.

I shivered as my mind flooded with unscrupulous thoughts and ideas. A quick glance at her chest showed me exactly what I expected to see. Her t-shirt was hovering dangerously high, and I could see the bottom swells of her tits. Slowly letting my gaze caress its way down her nearly naked body, I lingered on her tone belly for a few seconds, absently licking my lips. Then I looked further south. With a gasp, I realized that there was a dark red circle in the center of her panties, right over top of her vagina. Was that leftover pee from her recent trip to the bathroom? Or something else?

Shivering, I turned to leave. Olivia's voice stopped me in my tracks as she said, "Don't leave, daddy." Looking back at her, I frowned. She had her eyes closed but after a few seconds she spoke again, "I don't want to be alone tonight."

For nearly a full minute, I stood frozen, contemplating my options. No, that wasn't the right way to look at it. I didn't have "options". It was just "right" or "wrong". That wasn't an option at all. It was a pure contest of willpower.

In the end, I gave in. Lifting the bed sheets (and pulling them out from underneath my daughter's body), I climbed over her and then threw the covers on top of the two of us. Turning on my side a little, I reached a hand out and started running my fingers through her hair. Oh god, even her hair felt sexy. It was like silk. She murmured while I rubbed her head. After a minute, she lifted one leg and placed it on top of mine. Her skin was hot. With the knowledge that my daughter only wore a thin pair of panties on her lower half, it was impossible to stop shaking. Lying as still as I could, I continued doing my best to soothe her and help her fall asleep.

Ten minutes later, when she was snoring softly, I quietly got out of bed and padded down the hall back to the living room. I was way too full of arousal to risk actually sleeping in there with her. What would I do if she somehow noticed that I was hard as a rock? So, to avoid that embarrassment, I slept on the couch.

The next morning, my daughter was awake and fully dressed when I got up. Although by "fully" dressed, that still meant she was wearing as skimpy an outfit as possible, shy of a string bikini. Just like the night before, I couldn't help but stare at her. Especially when she moved and her tits jiggled underneath her shirt. Did she have a clue how much she was tormenting me?

"Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed, daddy," Liv said to me while we ate breakfast.

"Uh, sure," I said. Throughout the entire meal, I kept stealing glances at her bosom when I thought she wasn't looking.

As we finished eating, she said, "I'm just gonna do my laundry at mom's today."

"Ok," I said, feeling extremely disappointed. I silently berated myself for that emotion cropping up.

Olivia looked at me and frowned, seeming pensive. After a few seconds, she said, "Maybe I really should bring some extra clothes and leave them here. Would that be ok?"

Nodding, I stammered, "S-s-sure."

She smiled at that and then got ready to leave. As usual, she gave me a kiss on the cheek as she said goodbye, and then she was gone. The entire apartment felt cold suddenly. Making my way back to my bedroom, I stepped into the bathroom and froze.

On the floor just outside the shower was a pair of pink, lacy panties. Hands shaking, I bent down and scooped them up. Holding them with two hands, I stretched them out. Sure enough, the middle of her crotch had a damp, wet stain. Not as pronounced as they had been the night before, but still. I couldn't help what I did next. Slowly lifting my daughter's undies to my face, I wrapped them around my nose and inhaled deeply.

I nearly came on the spot as the smell of my daughter's pussy juices assaulted my senses. Oh jesus christ. Yanking them away from my face, I stood there, panting. After a minute, I stepped back into my bedroom and then went over and tucked the panties in my sock drawer, way in the back.

This whole situation (not to mention my emotional state), was becoming rather precarious. And it had been weeks since I had gotten myself off. That didn't help. Not one bit.

{{ Chapter 05 }}

The days following Olivia's last visit started to blur together. I went through my daily routines feeling completely detached from the world around me. Mostly, my mind was focused on one thing. Her. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get her out of my head. Her eyes and face haunted me at night as I lay in bed. The way her ripe breasts swayed when she walked tormented me. And most of all, how her lips felt when she pressed them against my neck, or when she kissed me. Fuck me I was in too deep. I knew I had to put a stop to it. But how?

The following Friday, the second my phone buzzed around midnight, my cock stirred and started to tingle. When I checked my phone and confirmed my suspicion that my daughter was on her way, it swelled the rest of the way as it filled with my life blood. As I sat on my couch waiting for her arrival, my erection wouldn't budge. It felt so taut between my legs, I swear it was making me lightheaded. Fuck. That wasn't good.

When she showed up twenty minutes later, I let her in as usual. She walked past me and, when I turned to face her, I frowned. Something about the look on her face seemed off. She wasn't grinning at me, for one thing. Did something happen? Suddenly, unbidden thoughts of some random guy having his way with her filled my mind. I felt a white-hot, seething anger boil inside of me. I would kill that mother fucker, whoever it was! But wait a second. I was being completely irrational. Forcing the menacing thoughts away, I smoothed my features and looked at Olivia.

"I'm sorry you have to keep seeing me like this," my daughter said, sounding chagrined. And sure enough, her cheeks started to turn red.

"It's ok," I said, truthfully. It really was. She could show up in any condition she wanted, and I'd welcome her with open arms. I waited patiently for her to make a move. Secretly, I was hoping she would go through her usual ritual of hugging me and then, with luck, sucking on my neck. God damnit. I seriously needed to stop thinking like that!

A full minute passed and she still had the same expression on her face. And she wasn't looking at me. Something definitely felt wrong. When she started to sway a little, I quickly stepped forward and took hold of her shoulders. When she looked into my eyes, I whispered, "Are you ok?"

Liv nodded slowly, and a small, weak smile appeared on her face. Narrowing my eyes with concern, I asked, "Are you gonna puke again?"

She shook her head. Then her smile turned into a grin and she finally lifted her arms up, clasping her hands behind my back. I pulled her close in a warm hug, once again feeling her breasts squish against my chest. After thirty seconds, it seemed clear that she wasn't going to kiss my neck again like the last few times. Burying my nose against her head, I inhaled. That was a huge mistake.

The scent of my daughter consumed me, and it was more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol I had ever imbibed. My body began to shake as my arousal hit a new peak. My cock throbbed between my legs, tenting my sweats toward her as if it was trying to get her attention. No amount of willpower could make it go away, so I didn't even bother trying to hide it. I just hoped she wouldn't glance down between us. We clung to each other for a long time, neither of us making any move to let go. It was a little awkward for me, since I had to stand with my hips shifted away from her while our upper bodies squeezed together tight.

Finally, we both pulled back a little at the same time. We still had our arms around each other. She had a pouty look on her face, which seemed to accentuate her plump lips more than usual. Did she want me to kiss her this time? Fuck me. I was so tempted. I wanted to in a bad way. Her lips were just so inviting.

With a shake of my head, I stepped out of her embrace. Our arms fell to our sides. Clearing my throat, I didn't know what to say. Fortunately, she broke the silence when she asked, "Got anything to drink?"

"Uh, just some beer, I think," I said, feeling lame.

She started walking toward the couch. Maybe "swaying" toward it would be the better way to put it. She was clearly not sober. Just maybe not quite as drunk as usual. "That works," she said as she kicked her shoes off and plopped herself down on one end of the couch, with both feet stretched across it all the way to the other end, where I would soon be sitting.

Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I joined Olivia on the couch. Handing her one of them, I turned and then had to lift her feet up as I sat down. Just as I was about to push her legs to the side, she asked, "Rub my feet?"

I hesitated for a few seconds but then nodded, settling the rest of the way into the couch and letting both her feet rest on my thigh. After a minute, I decided it would be more comfortable if I turned toward her. Lifting her legs again with my hand, I swung one of mine up onto the couch, alongside hers. When I let go, I realized my mistake. One of her feet came down directly on my very stiff, very overstimulated staff. Glancing at her, she didn't seem to have noticed. I let out my breath and then tried to scoot back a bit, but I was already butted against the armrest.

With nothing else to do, I just went ahead and started massaging one of my daughter's feet with my free hand. She immediately started making little mewling noises that told me she liked it. Which of course only fueled my arousal even further. There was just no way to win for me, was there? After a few minutes, Livvy looked my way and asked, "Can you use both hands? And don't be afraid of hurting me. You can really dig in."

Nodding, I set my beer on the floor and focused on her right foot. Using both hands, I lifted it in the air slightly and then, with my fingers wrapped around the top side, I used my thumbs to push into the meaty flesh of the ball of her foot. She made a soft murmuring noise when I did it. I should mention that she was barefoot. As I worked the muscle on her sole, I discovered that her skin was exceptionally soft. Almost supple.

"Harder, daddy," Olivia whimpered.

For a second, I froze. Why the fuck did she have to choose that phrase? With my raging hard-on throbbing between my legs just a few inches from where I held her foot, the phrase turned completely sexual in my head. My heart sped up so quickly it made me gasp. With a shake of my head, I finally complied with her request and really started digging my thumbs into the bottom of her foot.

"Mmmmm," Livvy moaned and when I looked at her, she had her eyes closed.

Fucking hell this was way too sexy to be doing with my daughter. I had never really had a thing for feet before, but suddenly I felt like I might just have a new fetish. Trying to control my rapid breathing, I continued massaging her. For the better part of fifteen minutes, I rubbed her foot. And then something happened that made me tense every muscle in my body.

Liv lifted her other foot and gently pressed it against my eternally stiff cock. The explosion of tingles was insane and instantly took my breath away. I dug my thumbs into her right foot but then just held still. Her other foot slowly slid along the length of my shaft. I opened my mouth but nothing came out because I was holding my breath. A tingling warmth trickled upward into my stomach. And then my entire abdomen and pelvic area was on fire. When she reached the tip of my dick, she changed direction and began running the heel of her foot down toward the base. Her movement seemed somewhat clumsy, though. Like she wasn't very coordinated with that foot. But then she pulled it away and set it up on my thigh.

"Can you switch to the other foot now?" Olivia asked softly.

Nodding dumbly, I let go of her right foot and grabbed her left. Of course, her right foot landed directly on my cock. That was a dumb move. But at least she wasn't moving it. With her left foot now held firmly with both hands, I began to administer the same massage to that one. Working my way up and down, I rubbed her heel, then gripped and squeezed my way to the ball. When I mashed my thumbs into that meaty part of her foot, it earned me another moan from her.

And then her other foot began to stroke my cock. There was no other way to describe it. And there was no way she was doing it by accident. Her right foot was much more nimble and coordinated compared to her left. I even felt her toes flexing around my shaft as she gently rubbed her way up and down the length of it. Clinging to her other foot, I clamped my teeth together to try to keep myself from moaning. But god damn it was difficult. As Livvy's foot continued its assault on my tingling cock, I felt an orgasm begin to simmer. Oh fuck. What do I do?

For the briefest of moments, a fleeting thought drifted through my brain that I might just be taking advantage of my daughter in her inebriated state. But wasn't she the one who kept initiating everything? Her foot continued rubbing me and it became more and more difficult to concentrate on anything except the pleasure between my legs. Fuck me. I should stop this. But god, it felt so good! Forcing my hands to start working again, I resumed my massage on Liv's left foot. Lowering my fingers a few inches, I started mashing my thumbs against the center of her foot, making an upward stroke with them.

"Ohhhh god," my daughter whispered, half whimpering.

And it was the sexiest thing my ears had ever heard before. Her other foot continued its deliberate stroking of my cock. Her moan had cranked my arousal up so high, I realized that an orgasm was not far away at all. There was no way I could stop it. I didn't want to, and I knew it. Gripping her foot a little tighter, her toes against my staff curled around it, tickling the sides. Oh fuck! She sped up her movement just slightly and my grip on her other foot tightened. I was squeezing it so hard, my knuckles popped. Sucking in a breath, I held it. I was about to cum.

Suddenly, my daughter's foot stopped moving. It was still pressed firmly against my cock, but it had fallen down and then didn't rise again. Confusion roiled within me. What happened? Did she realize I was about to have an orgasm, so she stopped? Because she knew it was wrong to get her dad off? Oh fuck. Shaking my head to try to clear away the haze of arousal, I looked across the couch at Olivia's face.

Oh. She was sound asleep, snoring softly. Well fuck me dead.

Slowly lowering my head until I was staring directly at my crotch and how her foot was resting against it, I had a moment of weakness where I considered rolling my hips forward and grinding myself against her. What would it hurt? I could get myself off in less than a minute, I was sure. And she would never even know. But shit. Maybe I really was developing a fucking foot fetish!

The internal struggle I went through over the next few minutes was a violent one. But in the end, I extricated myself from my daughter's tangled legs and quietly got off the couch. Then, sparing one last glance at her beautiful, slumbering form, I fled to my bedroom. I barely remember actually sleeping that night. And most of it was fitful, to say the least.

When I woke up the next morning, Liv was gone. A very strong wave of disappointment washed over me that I wouldn't have a chance to witness her coming out of the shower. Visions of her gorgeously naked ass haunted me all day. This was getting horribly complicated.

{{ Chapter 06 }}

Over the next week, I don't know how many times I started composing a text message to my daughter, only to erase it before I finished. I knew I needed to talk to her about what was happening. That I should be putting a stop to it, somehow. But the thought of confronting the subject with her over text made me cringe. One time, I even had an entire (lengthy) message typed into my phone, but I chickened out at the last second and deleted it.

No, I needed to talk to her about it in person. The trouble was, every time she showed up, she was drunk. And, if I'm being truthful to myself, it had quickly become impossible for me to pay attention to my morals whenever I was around her. After the things she had done to me, I couldn't help but get aroused the second I was in her presence. Hell, I was pretty much aroused all week long, even when she wasn't around. Who the hell was I kidding? I had no idea how I'd ever be able to stop her advances. Of course, the fact that I didn't want her to stop certainly played a huge factor.

And so, the very next Friday when Olivia showed up just past midnight, drunk as could be, I immediately gave in to temptation. The moment she stepped through my door, she was all over me. That is to say, she wrapped her arms around me and planted a very wet kiss on the side of my neck. She only lingered for ten seconds or so, but that was all it took to destroy my meager protests.

Pulling away from me, she was smiling. Only then did I take in her outfit. It was more conservative than the one she wore the week before, but no less erotic. Her shirt was a few inches longer. The shorts she had on were tight on her, hugging her ass so snugly that when she walked toward the couch, I noticed they were digging into the crack between her butt cheeks. My cock reminded me just how hungry it was by pulsing with pleasure. I could already feel blood rushing into it.

"Can we watch a movie tonight?" Olivia asked as she practically fell onto her back on the couch, remote in hand.

"Uh, sure. Why not?" I answered.

Stepping around the front of the couch, I sat down while my daughter started browsing movies to watch. She ended up putting on one of our old favorites. Once she started it playing, she put the remote on the table and then slid closer and then leaned against me. Sliding her right arm behind my back, she placed that hand on my shoulder and rested her head against the other. I was very aware of how her right tit was squished against my bicep.

For twenty minutes, we watched the movie in silence. It was an action flick, but I had seen it enough times that it wasn't very interesting to me. That was fine, though, because it allowed my attention to drift to more important things. Like the fact that I was dangerously aroused while my gorgeous, teenage daughter was snuggled up close to me.

Livvy's free arm drifted toward me and I watched it without a word as she gently placed it against my chest. Electric tingles sparkled across my skin where her fingers made contact. Then, for the next few minutes, she slowly rubbed the entire area above my midriff. She did avoid my nipples, thankfully. Mine were quite sensitive, and I had no idea what might happen if she brushed across them.

Paying absolutely zero attention to what was on tv, my eyes looked down most of the night. From my angle, I could stare down at her chest without her noticing. The way she was sitting made her shirt bunch up around her breasts. I couldn't see her nipples through the material, but their outline was blatant. Unable to pull my gaze away, I started picturing them naked again. More than just that, I started fantasizing about sucking on them. Oh god, they were so unbelievably perfect! The thought of running my tongue across them as they hardened made me shiver with arousal. Combined with the fact that Olvia was still caressing my chest, my body temperature was raging. I wondered if she could feel how fast my heart was beating?

Slowly, my daughter's hand started sweeping its way down, until she was on my stomach. It didn't feel as good as when she rubbed my chest, but her proximity to my erection made it even more arousing. To the point where I started shaking a little and had to forcefully clench my muscles to sit still. Minutes went by and she continued her seduction of my body. Why wasn't I stopping her? Oh yeah. That's right. Because my sanity had already checked out for the night.

Liv's hand bumped into the hem of my jeans and I gave a start. I hadn't noticed her traveling so far down. She didn't seem bothered by it, though. I felt her fumbling with my shirt a little and then her fingers dipped just underneath the hem, pressing against the bare skin of my belly, right above my pelvic area. A shudder rolled through me that I couldn't stop. My breathing was extremely shallow, I realized. Staring at my lap, I watched her. Slowly, her hand crept over my waistline and past my belt. Her fingers were mere inches away from my cock. Oh god. It started tingling like crazy, anticipating what I hoped was about to happen next.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, my daughter slid her hand all the way south, easing her fingers around the outline of my shaft. I let out an audible gasp and then held my breath. My body was trying to fight through my tensed muscles. Olivia's fingers tightened slightly and then slid several inches down. It was so obvious she knew exactly what she was doing. It was no accident. When she reached the base of my shaft, she stopped moving. I held my breath for another ten seconds, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't, I finally let my muscles relax. My entire body began to tremble.

I really needed to stop this. One glance at my daughter's face showed me that she had her eyes closed and a playful smile on her lips. But she also seemed to be breathing deeply. Was she asleep? Had she seriously passed out right after making contact with my cock? But then her hand began to move again. Oh fuck. She didn't stop when she reached the tip of my dick, instead reversing directions and running her fingers back down to the base. Up and down, she stroked my cock. Very deliberately. Yes, my gorgeous teen daughter knew exactly what she was doing.

I couldn't help but stare at her face. She was so fucking beautiful. And she was masturbating me. My trembling grew stronger and then I started to squirm. Her hand strokes continued, up and down. A strong tingle swirled at the center of my staff, and I realized I was getting close to releasing a load. Oh god did I ever want to! But I was afraid.

Olivia's stroking slowed and then stopped, her fingers still gripped around my shaft. My heart raced as I stared at my crotch. Jesus. I was probably less than ten strokes away from completion. A soft snore from my daughter's face made me glance at it. Oh. She really had passed out. Fucking hell. She had been so close to finishing me! Focusing on her hand, I willed it to start moving again. Even in her sleep, I didn't care. Just a few more strokes, baby. Jesus. But it didn't happen. A really fucked up thought went through my head. If I just took hold of my daughter's hand and moved it myself, I could make her finish the hand job she had started. But no. That was so many kinds of wrong!

It took me the better part of an hour to calm down enough that I could finally extricate myself from my daughter's embrace. I gently lifted her hand off my cock and placed it on the couch. Then I got up as quietly as I could. She slumped onto the couch, lying on her side. I stretched her legs out and then grabbed a blanket and draped it over her. Then, the very last thing I did (because I couldn't resist) was to lean down and give her a very gentle kiss on the lips. I didn't linger, but the touch was enough to elicit a soft murmur from her.

I slept fitfully that night, but at least I got a little rest. When I woke the next morning, I could smell breakfast being prepared down the hall. The washing machine was running in my room, too. When the hell had Liv snuck into my room to start the laundry? I couldn't believe I didn't wake up for the show.

When I walked into the kitchen and saw her busily preparing breakfast, I noticed she was wearing one of my button-down shirts again. She turned toward me with a smile on her face. My eyes immediately dropped down to her chest. She only had the lower buttons done up on the shirt. Her belly and crotch were covered, but above the middle button, the flaps were spread apart, revealing a lot of skin. I couldn't quite see her breasts, but the subtle shadows hinted at them.

"Morning, daddy," she said cheerfully.

"Hi," I said but my voice cracked. Clearing my throat, I walked past her and grabbed a cup from the cupboard. Filling it with coffee that she had brewed, I drank it while she finished making the food.

When the washer buzzed, Olivia went down and put her clothes in the dryer. When she came back, we sat quietly eating breakfast together. I wanted to talk to her, but I had no idea what to talk about. Plus her exposed skin was stealing all of my attention anyway. Did she notice me staring at her chest? The way she sat while we ate, her tits squished inward just far enough that I could see their inner swells. The visual made me shudder with desire. My erection became almost painful while we sat there.

After breakfast, I cleaned up the dishes while my daughter took a shower. It took every ounce of will to resist the temptation to go down to my room while she was in there. I wondered how she would react if I did? Would she proceed to get dressed in front of me like she had previously? Or would she shoo me away? When she finally came back down the hall, fully dressed, she was smiling at me.

"Thanks a lot for letting me stay over again, daddy," she told me. Then she stepped up to me and pressed her lips against mine briefly. She pulled away and left. Afterwards, I thought about it. Was it just me, or had that kiss lingered just a fraction longer than was appropriate? Especially with her being sober.

I shivered again, shaking my head. What a clusterfuck.

{{ Chapter 07 }}

The next week, I was a hot mess. My emotions were all over the map, and my thoughts were a crazy jumble. It was getting hard to make sense out of things anymore. I could barely concentrate at work, but somehow I managed to get through the week anyway. Right up until the following Friday night when my daughter texted me again. It was much earlier than usual, but I didn't realize the significance of that at first. As had become commonplace, my penis swelled just from reading her text asking if she could come over again. Of course I told her yes.

But Olivia surprised me when she showed up thirty minutes later, completely stone cold sober. What was this? It was such a surprise to me that I was rendered speechless for the first fifteen minutes. She asked if I wanted to have dinner with her and watch a movie after? I agreed and we ordered some Chinese take-out (delivered).

The second surprise was that she had a bag with clothes that she had brought with her. Well, she had mentioned that she should do that a while back. So, I cleared off some space in the guest bedroom's closet and she put everything in there. Part of me was a little bummed when I realized the fact that wouldn't need to "borrow" my shirts anymore. It seemed unlikely that I would get a "peep show" again. Of course I didn't say any of that out loud. What kind of lecherous father had I turned into?

She also asked me if she could have a key for my apartment. I didn't even hesitate before grabbing a spare and handing it to her. She smiled happily at me when I gave it to her. As I thought about it, there seemed to be some unspoken connotation behind the exchange. Like we had just moved our "relationship" to a new level. In all honesty, it added several degrees of heat to my arousal. There was something carnally intimate about giving it to her.

The last thing I did was pulled out a blowup mattress that I used to use for camping. I had actually forgotten about it, but came across it while we were putting her clothes away. I inflated it and found some sheets, a pillow and a blanket for her to use. I figured it would be more comfortable than sleeping on the couch.

"If you keep visiting me so regularly, I'll probably get something more permanent soon," I told her after we had her "new" bed prepared. She smiled at that.

A knock at the front door announced the arrival of our food. She greeted the delivery guy while I grabbed some plates and silverware. Then we made our way into the living room and sat on the couch, spreading out the array of containers on my coffee table. It had been quite a while since I had Chinese, so it was a nice treat.

We chatted while we ate. Just about trivial things at first, until Olivia said, "You know, I can barely remember coming here some of the nights over the past month."

I had a mouthful of rice, which I nearly spit out. Quickly swallowing it, I turned toward her and said, "Oh yeah?" What else could I say? I had no idea how much she knew about what happened. I had to assume she didn't remember anything we had done. But I did feel an odd apprehension about it suddenly.

My daughter nodded and then leaned forward as she asked, "Did I ever do anything weird?"

"Uhhh," I said, completely at a loss for words. Even though I had planned to have this conversation with her for weeks, now that it had presented itself, my mind went blank.

"What is it, daddy?" she asked, frowning at me.

Ok, I guess that was my clue that she truly didn't know what she had been doing to me. So, the question was, was now the time to bring it up? To open that can of worms? Staring at her, I realized that her expression was a mask of innocence. And just like that, I knew I didn't want to spoil the mood. I was actually enjoying our dinner together. Plus, she was sober in my presence for the first time in almost two months.

I decided I didn't need to make the evening uncomfortable, so I said simply, "Nothing, Liv. Drunk people always do weird stuff." Then I forced a laugh. Of course, all I could think about was her touching me, and I wished she was doing it now. My cock twitched in agreement.

After we finished eating, Olivia asked me if I wanted to play a racing game. It was something we always used to do together when she was little. So I pulled out my old game system from the closet and hooked it up to the tv. Then we spent the next several hours gaming together. We chatted and poked fun at each other. She won more games than me, but I didn't care. All in all, it was a very fun night. And it was something I hadn't done with my daughter in many years, so it was quite refreshing. Even my cock took a little break for once, staying only semi-erect for most of the evening. By the time I told her I was ready to head to bed, I actually thought I might be successful at falling asleep without an erection while she stayed over.

But that idea was soon dismantled.

A few minutes after I crawled into bed, Liv appeared in my doorway. She was wearing shiny silk pajama pants that were purple and pink. Her top was a matching, button down shirt. She had every button except the very top one done up, much to my morose dissatisfaction. (What a stupid thing to be upset about.) My god she was gorgeous, even in pajamas!

"Hey, what's up?" I asked, sitting up a little. She had a very contemplative look on her face.

Livvy bit her lip and for a second, I thought she was about to start blushing. What was this? Then she asked quietly, "Is it ok if I sleep in here with you?"

Blinking at her, I reeled with confusion. I had setup the other room just for her that very evening, and now she wanted to sleep in my bed? Between my legs, my cock had already woken up and was at full attention. Thank god my crotch was beneath the covers. Swallowing, I nodded as I said, "Uh, yeah? Sure you can."

My daughter smiled happily and quickly walked over to the bed. She lifted the covers and crawled underneath. "Thank you, daddy," she whispered.

"Mmm hmm," I answered.

Then we lay in silence. It was slightly awkward. I mean, we were ostensibly supposed to just go to sleep. Except, there was an added factor when a man and a woman shared the same bed together. At least for me. It always entailed some degree of intimacy. Some connection, even if it was just brushing each other's legs with our feet. But this was my daughter, and we weren't supposed to do anything like that. Right? Yeah. Of course we weren't.

My raging hard-on was not helping matters, of course. My thoughts were a flurry. But after ten minutes, Olivia broke the ice by shimmying closer to me. When her hip brushed up against mine, the connection was "established". Maybe that was enough. I could just lie on my back and let my cock stare at the ceiling all night while my daughter slept right next to me. Simple. But then she spoke.

"Do you mind if we spoon, daddy?" Liv whispered in my ear.

I nearly groaned. Turning my head to face her, I could just make out her eyes in the dark. They seemed to shine. Nodding toward her, I whispered back, "Sure." Every fiber of my being desperately wanted to spoon my daughter's gorgeously sensuous body, but I just didn't know what the hell to do about my boner. Unless she wanted to be behind me? I held my breath for several heartbeats.

Olivia smiled and then turned on her side with her back facing me. Well, I guess that answers that question. It made sense though. It was usually the man who spooned behind the girl. At least in every relationship I had ever been in. With a silent sigh, I rolled toward her and draped an arm over her side, hugging her. I very purposely kept my hips pulled back, though. The angle was awkward, but I hoped she wouldn't notice or say anything.

For the next fifteen minutes, we laid like that in utter silence. I listened to her breathing. My hand was resting on the bed, but my arm was draped across her belly. She felt incredibly warm. After a bit, I realized that I could smell her. God her scent was alluring. There was a faint floral essence which I figured was her shampoo. Or maybe her perfume. But there was also another smell that I could only assume was simply... her. It was somehow earthy. And just a touch sharp, but with a soft edge. The entire scene only fanned the flames of my arousal, so my erection never stood a chance. There was simply no way I was going to ditch that boner tonight.

Olivia shifted suddenly and, before I could maneuver away from her, she pushed her butt backward toward my crotch. Too late, I felt my cock nestle up between her ass cheeks. She froze and I swear her entire body tensed. But then she relaxed after about ten seconds. My daughter didn't pull away, though. I was certain she knew exactly what she had bumped into. Thank god, she didn't utter a single word about it. After a while, I decided to just go with it, so I nestled even closer to her, tightening my grip. I thought I felt her shaking a little, but I couldn't tell for sure.

It took me a very long time to fall asleep that night. Probably several hours. But at one point, I opened my eyes and saw the room bathed in sunlight. I was still spooning my daughter's body and, shockingly, my hand was resting on her breast. Glancing at her face, I saw that she was still sleeping. Fuck me. Now, I should have yanked my hand off her chest immediately. But I didn't. Instead, I committed an incestuous crime. I gave my daughter's breast a gentle rub. That's when I realized I could feel the distinct outline of her nipple poking through the material of her pajama shirt.

My cock instantly grew hard. As in, completely hard. Oh god. Livvy stirred, so I finally did yank my hand off her chest. She turned, without pulling away from me, and looked into my eyes. She was smiling the most beautiful morning smile I had ever seen on anyone. God damn those plump lips were attractive!

"Morning, daddy," she said sleepily.

"Hi, sweetheart," I said back. And I couldn't help but smile at her in return.

She shifted a little more, until she was lying on her back. I was pressed up against her side and I knew she must be able to feel my erection digging into her thigh. I eased back just slightly, afraid she might think I was trying to rub myself against her. Which, admittedly, I was tempted to do. Yeah, I was pretty far gone after spending the night spooning this little goddess.

For a minute, neither of us spoke. We just looked at each other. It almost seemed like she wanted to say something. My eyes flicked toward her mouth and I sucked in a quiet breath when I saw how juicy her lips looked. Was that how they were every morning when she first woke up? They almost seemed plumper than usual, and slightly damp. My pulse quickened and suddenly it became a chore to stop myself from moving my hips and grinding my cock against her. Jesus.

Finally, Olivia rolled away from me and then hopped off the bed. She told me she was going to use the bathroom and take a quick shower. I just lay in bed while she went through her morning routine. Listening to the shower water splash against the floor, I couldn't help but visualize my daughter's naked body. She was less than fifteen feet away from me.

When she opened the door, my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. She was holding her towel in front of her body, but didn't have it wrapped around herself. When she walked through my room to head toward the guest room for clothes, I got a very clear profile view of her naked figure. While I couldn't see her nipple, I did see the beautiful teardrop shape of her left breast. And of course, my eyes followed her perfect ass until she was out of sight.

I was still in bed when she left, mostly because I didn't want her to see the erection I was still sporting. It was embarrassing at that point. I felt like a horny teenager. But when I got up and headed to my bathroom to go pee, I discovered yet another pair of panties sitting on the floor. These ones were red. Was she doing this on purpose? Fucking hell, that girl!

Unable to resist, I picked them up and lifted them to my face, inhaling deeply. My cock twitched and throbbed, almost like it was about to shoot a load in my sweats. Oh god, that smell! Olivia's snatch was like none other I had ever experienced. Or at least the remnants her juices had left on her panties. But it seemed likely that the real thing would be just as strong of an aphrodisiac.

I finally forced myself to stop inhaling them. It was creepy, I decided. But I did tuck them away in my sock drawer, next to the other pair. This whole situation was spiraling out of control, and I had no idea how to stop myself from spinning down with it.

{{ Chapter 08 }}

Olivia arrived at my doorstep at exactly one o'clock (in the morning) the following Friday (technically Saturday) night. I hadn't gone to bed yet, mostly because I had been anticipating (and hoping) she would show up. She must have forgotten she had a key, because she knocked when she got there. Once I let her in the apartment, I quickly discovered that she was the drunkest I had ever seen her. She could barely walk, and she was giggling even before I opened the door.

And she was also very much all the fuck over me. Her hands wrapped themselves around my body immediately, as if she was using me for support. (Which she probably was, truth be told.) She started rubbing my back, and had her cheek pressed against my chest. The smell of alcohol was strong, but I honestly didn't mind.

"Daddy?" she cooed, still clinging to me.

"Hmm?" I answered, tilting my head down and burying my nose in her hair. God it felt good when she had her arms around me.

Liv whispered, "I really liked it when you spooned me last weekend." Then she pulled her face away from me and looked up into my eyes. She started giggling again. I watched as she propped herself up on her tip toes, licking her lips. Her head moved toward my neck and, as usual, I tilted mine to the side to give her full access.

My daughter's lips pressed into my skin and I almost moaned immediately. For a minute, she quietly opened and closed her mouth, licking and gently sucking my neck. My entire body was shaking. I was so fucking charged up. And of course, my cock throbbed between my legs, taut and strained.

She pulled away from me and then licked her lips again as she whispered, "And you taste nice, too." Then she grinned and I decided it was the most seductive smile I had ever seen.

"Liv?" I called her name. She seemed to be swaying even as I held her.

Instead of answering me, she slid her hands up to the back of my head and then pulled my face toward hers, kissing me on the lips. Instantly, our mouths melded together as one. Completely in sync, we each tilted our heads slightly in opposite directions, then proceeded to make out as we stood there. Our tongues came into play within seconds. Despite the very strong taste of liquor, I loved how her soft tongue felt against mine. I couldn't help but slide my hands behind her, roaming around her entire back. When she moved her own hands down my front, she reached the hem of my shirt and then tucked them underneath, letting her fingers glide upward onto my bare chest.

She rolled right over both of my nipples at the same time, which made my cock begin to spasm. Oh dear god that felt good! I didn't do a goddamn thing to stop what we were doing. It just felt so right. So good. So... perfect. We were both breathing through our noses and the air coming out felt hot against my cheeks. I could tell she was getting just as worked up as I was. Her hands kept moving about, coming back to my nipples frequently. It produced such an arousing effect that my cock started tingling like crazy. If we kept this up much longer, I was certain to shoot my load without any other stimulation whatsoever.

Feeling bold, I slid my own hands all the way down her back until I reached her shorts. Then, tugging at her waistband, I shoved both hands inside and for the very first time, cupped my daughter's wonderfully tight ass. Her reaction was erotic as hell. She moaned so loudly into my mouth that I felt the reverberations of it against the back of my throat. Without missing a beat, she slid her own hands down until they reached my pants. Yanking them hard, she dug her hand inside and I felt her fingers wrap around the skin of my thick, very erect staff.

Olivia suddenly pulled her lips away from mine and I heard her gasp. Her fingers gently squeezed my cock. Her eyes were open wide, and she exclaimed in a soft whisper, "You're so hard!"

For a second, we stood there, staring at each other. We were both breathing heavily. My hands were still on her bare ass cheeks, and her fingers continued to hold onto my swollen cock. Both our mouths were open, but neither of us spoke for a minute. Somehow, we seemed to share the same thought, and we stepped away from each other, pulling our hands out of each other's respective pants. My cock continued to tingle even after her fingers slid off it. I was inhaling deep, ragged breaths.

"Have anything to drink, daddy?" Liv asked. Then her face split in half with a grin. She seemed to be swaying again, as if by letting go of me, she lost her balance once more. It didn't seem like a good idea for her to keep drinking. But god, her face was just so cute, I couldn't deny her request. Against my better judgement, I walked unsteadily toward the kitchen and opened my fridge.

There was only one bottle of beer left. I didn't drink all that often, so I hadn't been paying much attention. Olivia stepped up beside me and stared at the bottle. Then she reached in and grabbed it, and I watched while she twisted the screw-top off. She smiled and then said quietly, "Wanna share it with me?"

"Sure," I whispered. Then I watched while my daughter tipped the bottle to her lips and started drinking it. She kept her eyes focused on mine the entire time. It was a wonder to me that someone could make drinking a beer into something so sensual. When she pulled the bottle away, her plump lips were glistening. She handed it to me.

Taking a drink myself, I couldn't help but think about the fact that my daughter's lips had just been wrapped around the neck of the bottle. The thought made me shiver. When I pulled it away, she was staring at me with a burning intensity behind her eyes. Carefully setting the half-empty bottle on the counter, I stared back. It suddenly felt like the two of us were a coiled spring, waiting to release the tension. If my cock could talk, it would be blathering for attention.

Liv grabbed the beer and took another swig. Then she stepped right up to me and held the bottle toward my face. When she brushed the tip against my lips, I opened them and watched as she slowly tipped it upward. Beer immediately started dribbling down my chin, dripping to the floor. She pulled the bottle away from my mouth and set it on the counter. Then she pushed her face toward mine. I held still, although I was trembling.

My daughter's lips surrounded my chin. I felt her tongue lapping at me, like she was mopping up the beer she had spilled. She did that for a few seconds before kissing her way up. When her lips brushed against mine, I attacked. Sliding my arms around her back once more, I mashed my tongue into her mouth. She let out a squeak and then started moaning. At the same time, I felt her hands slide down my body until she reached my pants. Then she was fumbling with them, tugging at the button. It sprang free and I heard the unmistakable sound of my zipper being undone.

While Livvy worked at the front of my pants, I quickly slid my hands down her back and then dug them inside her shorts again. Her bare butt cheeks were slightly cool. I loved how smooth her skin felt. She moaned as I slid my hands onto them once more, squeezing. Just then, her hand slipped inside my jeans, and she took hold of my naked cock once more. Except this time, she immediately started stroking me. Oh fuck!

Opening and closing our mouths passionately, our tongues danced. My grip on her ass cheeks squeezed tighter and I felt myself pulling her toward me. Her hand continued to glide up and down my shaft. Fuck that felt good! My heart hammered so hard, I could hear it thumping in my ears. I could barely catch my breath. Olivia sped up her stroking. She knew exactly what she was doing. I squeezed her butt cheeks even harder, reveling in how soft and squishy her flesh was. She let out another moan that made my mouth vibrate.

"Oh god," I whispered without pulling away from our kiss. I was about to cum.

Liv whimpered as she whispered a response, "Daddy." Her hand squeezed a little tighter and I held my breath. The tingling was so intense, I knew there was no way to stave off the imminent orgasm she was clearly trying to pull out of me. I knew I was about to make a huge mess all over my daughter's hand.

Suddenly, she took a step back and nearly fell. I stared at her, stunned. Then her eyes opened wide and, once again, she slapped her hand over her mouth just as she bolted out of the kitchen. I stared at her in agony as she disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard her throwing up again. For ten seconds, I couldn't move. My cock was tingling and twitching between my legs, clearly just as shocked as I was. I had been so close. Seconds away, for sure. But my little girl was in trouble, so I forced myself into action.

Walking quickly to the bathroom, I went inside and helped her, just like last time. Brushing her hair behind her head with my fingers, I gently rubbed her back while she continued to empty the contents of her stomach. She seemed to have gotten most of it out already by the time I got in there, but I stayed with her for the next ten minutes. Until I was confident she was done.

Afterwards, I splashed water on her face and used a towel to clean her up. She gave me a bitter smile and then whispered, "Sorry you have to keep seeing me like this."

Staring at Olivia's face, I could only shake my head. Even after getting sick like that, she was still beautiful. Her makeup had run and there were little streaks of mascara dripping down her cheeks. I wiped at them with the towel, but that only made them smudge even more. Well, she would have to handle that in the morning. Helping her walk, I took her to my bedroom and got her under the covers after taking her shoes off. Then, without a second thought, I climbed into bed with her.

She cooed softly when I nestled up behind her, spooning her once more. My cock was throbbing as I clung to her. I tried to keep myself from pressing it against her ass crack, but after a few seconds, she nestled her hips back into me. It was obvious she knew I was hard, and clearly wasn't upset about that fact. I mean, she had just been stroking me twenty minutes earlier. She started snoring, so I tried to settle my own nerves and join her in slumber.

For half an hour, it was agony for me. The shape of my daughter's ass felt perfect, my own body seeming to meld around hers like we were meant to be joined this way. It seemed wrong to have that thought, but I couldn't shake it. I also couldn't help but keep squirming, which did not help my cock's insistent demands whatsoever. Thankfully, I managed to at least refrain from grinding myself against her until I got off. I knew it wouldn't take much, considering how worked up I was.

Eventually I did manage to fall asleep. And when I woke the next morning, Olivia was gone. The intense amount of disappointment that flooded my emotions was alarming. I shouldn't be feeling such a pang of loss when it came to my own daughter. Fucking hell my life was mayhem lately.

When I used the bathroom that morning, I discovered yet another pair of my daughter's panties lying on the floor. They were black. When I picked them up and walked to my dresser where I had the other two pairs, it took every ounce of will I could muster to resist the urge of grabbing all three pairs and using them to stroke myself into oblivion. In the end, I tucked this new pair in my sock drawer beside the other two.

Jesus, if Liv kept this up, I would need to dedicate an entire drawer just to her panties. I laughed at the insanity of that thought.

{{ Chapter 09 }}

Later that day after I woke to find my daughter had already left my apartment, I texted her to make sure she was ok. She assured me she was fine, and thanked me again for letting her "crash" at my place. I had the very distinct impression that she had no memory of exactly what kept happening between us when she showed up drunk.

For the very first time in my life, I considered going to see a therapist. But I talked myself out of it. Envisioning how that conversation would go, I could only cringe. Was I supposed to tell a stranger that I suddenly found myself sexually attracted to my daughter? And that she kept showing up, week after week, and coming on to me? What would they possibly tell me that I wasn't already thinking myself? That I should do something about it.

So, over the next week, I started working out in my head what I thought I should say to Olivia. By the time Friday morning arrived, I felt pretty good about my prepared "speech". Unfortunately, she didn't show up that night. And once again, I felt an alarming wave of disappointment. That seemed contradictory, though. If I was supposed to have a "conversation" with her about the things that had been happening, with the purported intention of putting a stop to them, then why should I mourn the fact that she didn't come over?

I finally went to bed around one in the morning that night. It was Friday, one week since our last very over-the-top make out session. I tossed and turned for the better part of an hour, completely unable to fall asleep. It was just past two in the morning when I heard my apartment door open. I thought about getting up, but decided maybe it would best if I just stayed put and acted like I was sleeping.

Listening intently, I heard commotion down the hall. There were shuffling noises, a few clangs and then silence. A few seconds later, I heard the splashing sound that signified my daughter was going pee. When the toilet flushed and the sink water turned on a few seconds later, my heart started to pound. Then the noises stopped, and I waited in silence. If she thought I was already in bed, it seemed likely that she would just crash on the couch. Or on the bed I had made up for her in the guest room.

A creak outside my bedroom made me start to tremble. Staring toward the door, I watched as Olivia walked into my room. It was dark, but my eyes were accustomed to it enough that I could see her rather clearly. She seemed like she was trying to be quiet, so she wouldn't wake me. That allowed me to watch her under the radar, so to speak.

Livvy stepped closer to my bed and then, much to my surprised delight, she began to strip right before my eyes. She started with her shorts, shimmying them down her legs and lifting her feet out of them. Next came her top, which nearly made my eyes bulge out of my head. As she lowered her arms, I found myself staring at her perfect, teenage tits once more. They were just so deliciously plump and perfect. They jiggled as she bent over again and slowly slid her panties down her legs. I held my breath as she straightened. My daughter was standing completely naked right next to my bed. It was too dark to see her pussy very well, though.

When she lifted the covers, I snapped my eyes closed. I didn't want her to catch me gaping. I felt her slide into bed right next to me and I held my breath. My heart pounded violently, and I felt my already-stiff erection getting even harder. Our bodies weren't touching, but I swear I could feel heat radiating from her. My skin tingled from head to toe. Jesus christ. I was lying in bed with my daughter who was completely and utterly naked.

Liv shifted and I felt the sheets tug her way a little. It was a struggle to control myself. My cock was tingling like mad, making it very difficult to care about the "talk" I had wanted to have with her. I knew she was drunk, though. So it wouldn't have been a good time anyway. Maybe tomorrow morning I could finally bring it up.

But as I lay there, listening to my daughter breathe, it became a losing battle for self control. My erection wouldn't budge. Nor would my heart slow down even a little. I was so charged up that I very nearly reached a hand down and took hold of my cock. I figured it would take less than a minute to spew my load. Lord knows, I needed some release. Instead, I gave in to my temptation and finally rolled toward Olivia's body.

Placing my hand on my daughter's hip, I discovered that she was facing away from me. I had my waist pulled away from her because I didn't trust myself for how I might react if I nestled my cock against her ass again. After a minute, Livvy shifted and then she placed her hand on top of mine. "Mmmm," she made the softest, cutest little cooing noise that acted as a siren's call.

Unable to stop myself, I scooted closer, until I was spooning her. She wriggled her bum a little when she felt my erection press in between her ass cheeks. I held still, though. After another minute, Liv plucked my hand off her hip, guiding it upward. When she placed it down atop one of her tits, I nearly came. My god it was so perfect. Unable to resist, I gave it a very gentle squeeze. It was so round. So firm. She exhaled, still holding her hand on top of mine.

After a few seconds, I began moving my thumb, rubbing it against her nipple. She shifted, moaning quietly while I played with her. Slowly, over the next few minutes, I felt it begin to stiffen. My daughter was squirming a lot, and her breathing was rapidly becoming shallow. Continuing, I felt her nipple steadily grow, until it was a little rubbery pillar. My god. Flicking my thumb back and forth over it, she started gasping. That's when I realized she was gently grinding her ass against me, essentially rubbing my cock with it.

Jesus christ! What was I even doing? I forced myself to stop. She still had her hand on top of mine, holding it against her breast. But she didn't say or do anything when I stopped rubbing her nipple. It was still hard, but I tried my best to ignore that. The heat never dissipated. For an hour, I tried to will my erection away and make myself fall asleep. Livvy's breathing had slowly become long and deep. She had passed out.

I was trembling as I held my daughter's naked body in my arms, one hand clasped around her tit. Somehow I did manage to fall asleep, although I couldn't remember if my erection had ever faded by the time I went under.

{{ Chapter 10 }}

"What the hell?" Olivia's voice pierced the veil of sleep, and I snapped my eyes open. I was lying on my back in bed. Turning my head in the direction the sound had come from, I saw my daughter holding the sheet up over her chest with both hands. She turned toward me and whispered, "How did I end up in your bed?" After a pause, she added, "And why am I naked?"

Trying to shake off the webs of drowsiness, I blinked. Memories of last night crashed into my head and I felt my cheeks rapidly heating up. I had a very vivid memory of holding my daughter's naked body and caressing her nipple at her urging. But she clearly didn't remember any of that. Fuck, this was embarrassing! "I'm sorry, Liv," I said, feeling dumb.

She didn't move to get out of bed right away, which I quickly realized was likely because she was completely naked. As for myself, I couldn't move either. Because I was hard as a rock and didn't want her to see. So we both just lay there as an awkward silence enveloped us.

Olivia was the first to speak. "I'm sorry if this is weird for you daddy," she said, sounding abashed. Then she added, "I don't remember getting naked."

Slowly shaking my head as I stared at her, I said gently, "It's ok. I'm not upset with you."

She stared at me, as if seeking some hidden truth that would contradict the words I had just spoken. After a long pause, she whispered, "I think I had a dream that you held me while I slept."

Swallowing a huge lump in my throat, I nodded as I said, "I... I did."

"You did?" she asked, her face completely unreadable. Would she be upset if she knew I had done more than just "hold" her?

"Yeah," I admitted. I felt my cheeks flushing again. This was so opposite to the "conversation" I was supposed to have with her! How would I even begin it now?

"Why?" she asked.

Boy, she really was grilling me. With an uncomfortable shrug, I turned so I was looking at the ceiling and then said, "I don't know. Maybe just instinct when someone else is sleeping in my bed."

There was another pause, but I didn't look her way. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my erection stubbornly remained. Finally, she asked in a quiet voice, "Did you know I was naked?"

Swallowing, I felt like I wanted to crawl anywhere in the world and disappear. My cheeks felt hot. But I told her the truth, even if I felt completely mortified about admitting what I had done. I said, "Yeah." After a few seconds, I added, "Well it's kinda hard to not know you were naked, considering..."

Olivia frowned at me and then whispered, "Daddy, did something happen?"

"You kinda picked up my hand and... and put it on your breast," I said.

"Oh," she said. Watching her face for any indication that she was upset, I didn't see anything. She was staring at me very intently, though. After a minute, she raised one eyebrow and a tiny smirk appeared on her face. Then she asked, "Do you want to hold me again now?"

Huh? "What do you mean?" I asked, dumbfounded. But my eyes couldn't help but drift down to where her chest was, wondering if she meant she wanted me to touch her breast again. She was still holding the sheet with her hands, so the fabric was taut rather than allowing me to see the outline of her tits. My cock started pulsing, demanding some attention.

Liv shook her head and said, "Sorry. Never mind. I just seem to remember it feeling nice, when I thought it was a dream. But you're right, daddy. That was a weird question."

My daughter looked like she was panting, and I spotted a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead. I would give anything to know what she was thinking about right then. We stared at each other and my heart sped up. Then two words popped out of my mouth accidentally. I said, "I can."

Her expression seemed to light up, and I swear I heard her gasp. But she didn't say a thing, just stared at me. I felt my heartbeat getting harder and harder, until I couldn't hear anything but its cadence in my ears. Inhaling, I leaned toward my daughter. Her eyes widened slightly, and her nostrils flared, but she didn't speak. Rolling up beside her, I snaked my arm across her naked belly, draping my hand over the other side.

"Mmm," Livvy cooed softly. I could hear her breathing, and it wasn't the slow, deep breaths of calm. After about thirty seconds, she whispered, "You don't mind that I'm naked right now?"

Lifting my head, I stared into her eyes. She looked so captivating. Her plump lips called to me, but I resisted. Then I said, "It's not whether or not I mind..."

"What is it then?" she asked, and I felt her body begin to tremble.

My arm felt hot where it touched the skin of her stomach. I could feel her body rising slightly with each breath she inhaled. Still looking at her face, I cleared my throat and then whispered, "It's uh... whether... whether it's appropriate."

"Appropriate?" Liv repeated my choice of word. She seemed to mull that over for a minute and then said, "Hmm. Well, I should get up anyway. I... I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I... ok," I whispered. What else could I say? I was supposed to be uncomfortable with this. Wasn't I? But my daughter stayed put. She was still shaking. Unable to help myself, I slid my arm back until my hand was on her stomach instead.

Olivia exhaled, making a soft coo. Then she whispered, "Your hand is so warm."

Holding my hand still, I started focusing on the sensation each of my fingertips was feeling. Her skin was so supple, and warm. And... perfect. After a few seconds, Liv placed her hand atop mine. My cock tingled wildly and I found myself wondering if she was going to lift it up and place it on her breast again? It was literally all I could think about. My body started to shake, too.

We held still like that for a few minutes without any more dialogue. My fingers twitched, wanting to move and start caressing her skin, but I refrained. Finally, my daughter said softly, "Maybe I should take a shower now."

"Ok," I said, barely a whisper. But I didn't move. I didn't want to. She felt too good to touch like this.

"Daddy?" she called to me.

"Yes?" I asked, staring at her. Then I started to blush. This was the first time anything physical had gone on while my daughter was sober. It felt somehow more erotic than even the kisses we had shared. And all I was doing was letting my hand lie on her belly. When she didn't say anything, some semblance of sense washed over me and I mumbled, "Sorry." Then I finally pulled my hand off her stomach and rolled away from her.

Livvy didn't move right away, and when I turned back toward her I saw that she was shivering. Biting her lip, she whispered, "Would it be weird if I asked if you want to take a shower with me?"

My shaft started twitching between my legs, threatening to expel a hot load of cum. It was tingling so strongly, I couldn't even concentrate. I didn't answer my daughter's question, but kept staring at her. Thoughts were churning in my head. I was just about to tell her "no" when she shook her head and pushed herself up. My eyes dropped down to her chest, but she was clinging to the sheet, blocking my view of her tits.

Olivia slipped over the side of the bed, shaking her head as if to herself. When the sheet fell away, I found myself staring at her very beautiful, very naked ass again. As she walked away, she said, "I shouldn't have asked. Sorry daddy. That was inappropriate."

She chuckled, but it sounded forced. I watched her grab her clothes off the floor on the way to my bathroom, and all I could do was stare at the back of her naked body. She shut the door once she was inside. Letting out a loud exhale, I lay in bed while I listened to the splashes of water in the shower. When she finally came out twenty minutes later, she was dressed in her outfit from the night before.

"Sorry for making it weird this morning," Liv said.

I shook my head and answered, "You didn't."

"Are you sure?" she asked, cocking her head slightly and pursing her lips.

"Yeah," I said. Then I chuckled as I added, "I mean, if anything, I'm the one who made it weird."

Olivia scrunched her nose and asked, "How the hell do you figure?"

With a shrug, I said, "What kind of guy hesitates when a beautiful, naked girl asks him to take a shower with her?" Then I forced myself to laugh.

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, her voice piercing my veiled laughter until I stopped.

Staring at her and feeling very serious, I said truthfully, "Liv. You are drop dead fucking gorgeous."

My daughter's cheeks turned a bright, rosy red as she blushed. Then she said quietly, "Ok, well I still feel like I made it awkward. I... I'm sorry, daddy."

"Don't be," I responded. I really didn't know what else to say.

She stared at me for another few seconds and then said, "I... I need to use the bathroom." Then she disappeared inside, closing the door yet again. Maybe she had to take a crap.

She came out a few minutes later and told me she was going to leave. She didn't give me a hug, though, but just padded down the hall and left. As was becoming "normal", I felt a wave of disappointment at her departure. Getting up, I headed to use the bathroom myself. The moment I stepped inside, though, my eyes immediately dropped to the floor where there was a small, crumpled piece of cloth right in front of the toilet. Bending over, I scooped it up and then held it up in the air with both thumbs, staring at it.

It was another pair of panties. These ones were dark purple. As I examined them, I realized they were damp in the middle. Freshly damp. Was it our conversation that had turned her on enough to cream her panties? Completely unable to resist the sudden urge that came over me, I turned them inside out and then lifted them to my face. I could smell my daughter's musk, and it drove me wild. Then, I slowly ran my tongue along the crotch, tasting the juice she had deposited on the fabric.

My eyes bulged open wide and I yanked the panties away from my face. Oh fuck! I was about to cum! Oh god! Dropping them, I forced myself to action. Jumping in the shower with my nighttime clothes still on, I cranked the cold water faucet all the way on. Jesus, this just wasn't right! I had literally licked the crotch of my daughter's cream covered panties! I couldn't believe I fucking did that!

It took about ten minutes under the cold water before I felt calmed down enough to get out. I was shivering, but thankfully, my cock was no longer straining against my sweats. I was a dripping wet mess, though. It took me quite some time to clean up. Tossing my clothes in the laundry, I avoided my daughter's panties for a long time, like they were a poisonous snake. They were still crumpled on the bathroom floor. But I finally grabbed them and then stuffed them in my sock drawer with the others.

Maybe I really did need some therapy.

{{ Chapter 11 }}

The rest of that day, I couldn't focus on anything except my daughter. I did go out and get a fresh case of beer. I figured I might need a little help getting my mind off things that week. All day long, I thought about Olivia's offer to take a shower with her. Had she been serious about that, or was it just a tease? And I had to admit that my hand still tingled a little from when I had placed it on her naked stomach. Good god, I had literally spent the night in bed with her while she was completely naked. As my thoughts whirled round and round in my head, my erection was with me for most of the day. Right up until I received an unexpected text message from Liv just before midnight.

LIVVY: daddy?

ME: Hey, what's up?

LIVVY: can I come over again? I know it's two nights in a row...

My cock was already throbbing. Could I take another night with her? I honestly didn't know if my cock could withstand the torture. Maybe I should just go beat myself off in the shower. But the idea didn't sound very appealing. I answered her text.

ME: Sure

LIVVY: good because I'm already on the way

Jesus. But then the screen flashed as she sent another message.

LIVVY: do you want to hang out with me before we go to bed tonight?

ME: ok

I didn't know what else to say. If I made it sound like I was eager, that seemed like it was sending the wrong message. Or was it? My mind started filling with consternation while I waited for her to arrive. Either way, I didn't figure it out by the time she showed up fifteen minutes later.

When Olivia stumbled into my apartment, I had to catch her. Oh my, she was quite drunk, it seemed. Not for the first time, I started wondering if what I was doing really was taking advantage of her. She clearly wasn't remembering everything that happened when she showed up like this. All of her "advances" she made while in a drunken state. But at the same time, how could I possibly stop her? I craved her touch so badly, it wasn't even funny. I felt weak in her presence. It was an intense war of morality on my head. Liv was my daughter. My own flesh and blood. Maybe it would be different if she wasn't related to me. Or would it?

Once she seemed stable again, I asked, "Did you want to watch a movie or something?"

She had a twinkle in her eye as she smiled. "Mayyyyybe," she said. Then her smile turned flirtatious, and she made her voice sound husky as she added, "Or maybe I just want to get intimate with you." Then she giggled, teasingly. Winking at me, she spun and started walking down the hall. As she turned into the guest room she called out, "I'm just going to put on something more comfortable."

Shaking my head after she disappeared, I tried to reign in my own morals. To keep them in check, or something. Fucking hell she was too sexy for her own good. For my own good, too. I was fairly certain she was going to be the death of me. Heading down the hall to my own room, I changed into different clothes, too. I opted for a full pair of sweats, pants and shirt alike.

When the two of us reunited in the living room, I admired the nightclothes she had chosen. It was the same silky, pink and purple pants and button-up shirt from last time. God damn they looked sexy on her. She was also barefoot, which I found enticing for some reason. She found the new case of beer and clapped excitedly as she grabbed two bottles and brought them into the living room. She handed me one and then sat down at the other end of the couch from me. I grabbed a blanket and tossed it over our legs.

Olivia didn't move to turn on the tv right away, so I didn't either. For a few minutes we sat, quietly nursing our beers. Then, she opened some dialogue by saying, "I'm glad I've gotten to see you more lately." She was looking at me from across the couch.

"Me too," I said honestly.

We sipped our beer for a few more minutes until she asked, "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No," I said, shifting a little on the couch.

"Why not?" she asked. She had a most curious expression on her face.

Shrugging, I answered, "Honestly, I don't know where to even meet new people anymore. Everything's so different these days compared to when I was your age."

She frowned at me and then suggested, "Have you tried Tinder?"

Rolling my eyes, I laughed and said, "I think I'm way too old for Tinder."

She nodded as if that made sense and then asked, "Hmm. Well, when was the last time you went on a date?"

"About a year ago," I confessed.

My daughter leaned toward me on the couch and her frown deepened. Then she asked unabashedly, "When was the last time you got laid?"

"Hey!" I exclaimed. Shaking my head, I said, "Daughters aren't supposed to ask their dads that kind of question."

Olivia shrugged, leaning back. Then she said, quite casually, "Well I did offer to take a shower with you, so clearly I'm no normal daughter." Then she winked at me, which made me laugh.

Trying to turn it back on her a little, I asked, "What about you?"

"What?" she asked. Then she grinned and said, "When was the last time I got laid, you mean?"

My cheeks heated up as I started shaking my head and then I said, "No. Ahh, I meant... are you seeing someone?" In the back of my mind, I realized that it really was the other question that I wanted to know the answer to. But it was inappropriate, so I let my "correction" stand.

Liv had a big, mischievous grin on her face and didn't answer right away. She took another drink from her beer and then eyed me up and down before saying quietly, "Kinda."

My heart started racing and I frowned at her. The innuendo felt... strange. She was fucking with me, I was sure. Teasing me, as she seemed quick to do lately. But then she put on a more serious look and leaned back against the armrest as she said, "I'm not really in the mood to have a boyfriend right now, though."

"I thought you said you are 'kinda' seeing someone?" I queried.

She shrugged at me, smirking. Then she said, "Mm hmm. Kinda. But he's not a boyfriend."

Nodding slowly, I said something and immediately regretted it the second the words were out of my mouth, "So you're just hooking up then." Admittedly, some small part of me felt disappointed. I shouldn't care, and I knew it. What the hell was wrong with me? But I couldn't deny that a tiny pang of jealousy was pulsing in the back of my mind.

"Daddy, I haven't had sex in almost a year," Liv said.

My head whipped toward her. "Oh," I said, dumbly. My cock was getting hard for no apparent reason. Well, maybe it was the content of our discussion. Too much talk about sex.

Olivia set her beer down on the table and then leaned toward me again. "Can I ask a favor?" she spoke quietly.

Something about the look on her face made me swallow. But I nodded blindly anyway, saying, "Yeah, of course."

She held my gaze for nearly ten seconds before asking, "Can I cuddle with you tonight?"

I frowned. A momentary wave of confusion washed over me. And arousal, I couldn't deny. But I must be misreading what she was asking. "You mean like... uh. What? Like on the couch?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, smiling brightly. But then she added in that now-familiar husky voice, "And maybe after in bed."

Swallowing a hard lump in my throat, I shifted on the cushion. Did she mean something more by that? It reminded me of the shower offer. When I didn't say anything right away, she spoke in a quick voice, "I just miss the days when I was little, and you used to hold me with a blanket wrapped around us. It was so cozy."

"Oh," I said. Then I nodded. "Of course. I... I miss those days, too."

She clapped happily and then said, "I'll be right back, daddy. Need to pee!"

I stared after her as she hopped off the couch and ran toward the bathroom. And that's when I realized I had a huge problem on my hands. I was hard as a rock, and my daughter was about to sit really close to me.

{{ Chapter 12 }}

Olivia came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and walked unsteadily back into the living room. I was still in the same exact spot I had been while we chatted. When she reached the couch, she reached down and adjusted my legs, making room. Then she plopped herself down right between them with her back to me.

There was nothing else to do but go along with it at that point. Grabbing the blanket we had used earlier, I threw it over the two of us. She nestled backward and I inhaled sharply. Her ass was dangerously close to my cock, but fortunately, I didn't think she could feel it the way she was sitting. Tilting her head back, my daughter rested it against my shoulder. Then she turned and nuzzled the side of my neck.

"You smell nice, daddy," she whispered softly. Seductively. I was sure she was doing that on purpose, but I didn't say anything. After a minute of silence between us, she wriggled her hips between my legs and then cooed, "This feels really cozy, just like I remember."

I couldn't help but squirm a little myself, desperately trying to keep her from feeling my cock in all its raging, erect glory. But I had to agree with her. It did feel cozy. I started to relax a little and then I absently ran my hand up and down her arm. She made a soft noise that reminded me of a cat purring. It was erotic.

After a few minutes, Liv asked, "Does this seem weird?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was still running my hand up and down her skin. She had tiny little goosebumps all along its length, and I liked how they felt beneath the pads of my fingers.

My daughter shrugged and then said softly, "You... holding me like this. Even though I'm all grown up."

My heart was thudding loudly again, making it difficult to concentrate. Not to mention the fact that I had most of my muscles tensed, trying to keep my erection hidden from her. Inhaling slowly, I caught a whiff of something that made my cock start to tingle. It reminded me of what her panties smelled like. You know, the ones that were still in my sock drawer?

Finally, I answered her question, "You feel nice, Livvy. And warm." Then I stupidly added, "And you smell nice, too." Oh god, I hoped she didn't know what I meant by that.

"Mmmmm," she cooed, wriggling her hips one more time. Then she lifted one arm up in the air, draping it just behind my head. Her fingers brushed my scalp and then dragged their way down until she reached one of my ears. She gently swiped her finger across the top of it, tickling my skin. Oh my fucking god. My body started trembling uncontrollably. Never had I ever realized that my ear was an erogenous zone on me.

"What's wrong, daddy?" my daughter whispered.

"N-n-nothing," I stammered, still shaking a little.

Once again, she touched my ear and fiddled with it, lightly swiping her finger back and forth. I inhaled sharply as arousal flooded me so intensely, I felt dizzy.

"Do you like when I do that?" she asked softly.

"A little too much, I think," I admitted in a faint whisper.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked. I could feel her fingers poised directly above my ear, ready to tickle me again.

Just like that, I was breathing heavily. My heart was storming in my chest. Shaking, I lifted a hand up and gently placed it on her stomach. Liv moaned softly at my touch, and I felt her entire body shift once more. I felt her butt brush against my cock briefly. Wow, I was way too worked up. And treading on dangerous ground.

"Liv, I... I think I need to use the bathroom," I said, making an excuse to extricate myself from her. But she didn't move right away. Instead, I felt her fingers tickle my ear one more time, which made me gasp. I was frozen as I felt her slide them down the side of my neck. Then I started to tremble. Hard.

Finally, my daughter leaned backward and whispered, "Ok, daddy."

Once she slid out from between my legs, I got up. Her eyes were zeroed in on my crotch, though. Slowly tilting my head down, I saw what she was looking at. There was no mistaking it. My erection was very pronounced, poking straight out and creating a massive tent in my sweats. She didn't make a comment as I rushed out of the room, down the hall and into my own bathroom. Once there, I yanked my pants down and stood in front of the toilet, waiting impatiently.

It took me nearly five minutes before I was finally able to pee. It was extremely difficult (if not impossible) for guys to pee with a full erection. I guess I managed to get it slightly under control, because I did eventually relieve myself. After I was done, I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face. Taking several deep breaths to calm myself, I opened my door and was about to head back to the living room, but then I froze.

My daughter was lying on my bed.

{{ Chapter 13 }}

Olivia at least had enough compunction to blush when she saw me gaping at her. She was still wearing the same pajamas, but three of the upper buttons were undone. Had it been that way in the living room, and I just didn't notice? Trying not to be too obvious, I slowly walked toward the bed, my eyes flitting back and forth between her face and her chest. There was a V-shaped opening of exposed skin and, as I drew nearer, I realized I could make out the hint of curves at the base of her breasts.

"Hi," she said quietly. When I cleared my throat, she quickly said, "You said we could snuggle in bed, too." Her voice was breathy and heated. As I stared at her, I realized she was breathing heavily. Was she worked up, much like I was?

"I did?" I asked. My hands were trembling.

She nodded but kept her mouth shut, observing me. Meanwhile, my eyes disobeyed my direct order and started perusing Livvy's gorgeous body. Even fully clothed in pajamas (except for the exposed V on her upper chest), her shirt caught the swells of her breasts, seeming to amplify them. And her legs were perfectly outlined by her pajama bottoms, accentuating them almost as thoroughly as if they were fully exposed. I swallowed.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked quietly. Then she glanced toward the door and said, "I can go sleep on the blow-up mattress..."

The words spilled into my brain and I stood there, frozen. This goddess was asking me if I wanted her to leave? But no. That wasn't the real question she was asking. She was asking the exact opposite. My daughter was asking permission to stay. It was just veiled as an offer to go somewhere else. The problem was, in my overly aroused state, my inhibitions were naught. It was like I was intoxicated vicariously as an extension of her own inebriation. My heart fluttered and I bumped into the side of the bed. I hadn't even realized I was walking toward her.

Finally shaking my head as I stared down at the aroused vixen lying on my bed, I said, "You can sleep here." I knew it was the wrong thing to say the second the words were out of my mouth. I should have told her to leave. But it was too late. The explosive grin that appeared on her face told me I had been right. That was truly what she had been asking. Permission to stay in my bed.

A quiver ran through me from head to toe. Christ, my daughter was sexy. She had to know the effect she had on me. Probably on most guys, honestly. But the question I had to ask was whether she knew she was exploiting that knowledge on purpose? Or was she genuinely... interested? In what, I still wasn't sure. But based on the past few months, a number of unthinkable things came to mind. Things no daughter should think about with regards to her own father. And certainly nothing a dad should entertain about his kid.

Livvy lifted the covers back and slowly pulled her legs toward herself, then slid them underneath. She never took her eyes off me. It was the sexiest way I had ever seen someone enter a bed in my life. Completely frozen, I stared at her. Why was I cursed with such a beautiful daughter? When she casually peeled my side of the covers back and patted the bed, I lost my breath.

"Come on in, daddy," she teased, voice still breathy.

Then she laughed and it had a musical lilt to it. But her whole attitude was having a profound effect on my penis. My erection, which had slightly deflated while I used the bathroom, was back with a vengeance. In a rush, I slid into bed before she noticed.

"Hi," Liv whispered from right beside me.

I was shaking. "Hi," I said back, my voice sounding weak.

She smiled, but it no longer looked teasing. It looked... smoldering. And so did her eyes. "Do you want to come closer?" she whispered.

Yes. Yes I did. My body seemed to have a mind of its own, working outside of my volition. Rolling toward my daughter's sexy form, I nestled up beside her. For once, I didn't bother trying to hide my erection. I was pretty sure she already knew I was hard. How could any straight guy not be incredibly aroused at this scenario? My eyes kept dipping down onto her chest, staring at her perfect skin. Her chest was rising and falling, emphasizing her bosom with each inhale.

"Daddy," Livvy said. Something about the way her voice sounded made me stare into her eyes. She stared right back, fire burning behind them. It made my breath catch. Then she asked breathlessly, "Will you touch me?"

I stared at her and watched as she lifted both hands to her chest. Then, much to my mortified delight, she slowly unbuttoned her pajama top, starting from the bottom button and working her way up. When she undid the last button, the two sides of her shirt pulled outward, revealing a vertical swath of skin all the way up her torso. I could see her belly button on display. But my real attention was stolen when I noticed the flaps only slid a few inches before catching. As I stared, I realized that her shirt had stopped directly over the center of both breasts. I could see half of each one, and how their slopes blended perfectly with her chest.

Gaping at her shirt, I realized what had made it catch. I could see a tiny indentation poking out near the edge of either side. The flaps had caught on her nipples, which were clearly jutting out. Absently licking my lips, I watched my daughter's chest rise and fall as she breathed. Each breath seemed to be a little more substantial, like she was getting hotter by the fact that I was staring at her so intently. When I wrenched my eyes away and managed to look at her face once more, I saw that she had her mouth open, breathing deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes looked smoky, and her face shone with a fine sheen of sweat.

Olivia drew in one more breath, deeper than the rest, and I caught movement below. Quickly snapping my eyes back to her chest, I watched as her chest puffed out far enough that her pajama top finally snapped free of her elongated nipples, gently rustling down the sides of her chest. Then I found myself gaping at my daughter's plump, perfect tits once again. Each nipple looked rubbery and erect. They jutted out nearly an inch on both breasts. Oh my god. They were the most erotic looking nipples I had ever seen.

"Daddy," she called to me with a whimper.

My eyes drifted to her face once more. Now her breathing was coming shallowly, instead of deep. She was clearly highly aroused by exposing herself to me. Suddenly I felt her hand take hold of mine, placing it on her bare stomach. I was shivering. She gasped at the brush of my fingers against her skin, even if she had caused the contact herself. Slowly, she tugged my hand downward. All I could do was watch the scene unfold before my eyes, powerless to stop it from happening. When we reached the waistline of her pajama bottoms, Olivia's breath caught. Then she gently pushed my hand lower still, but underneath the elastic.

Heat immediately buffeted my skin once my hand was inside her bottoms. I quickly realized it was emanating from her crotch. Oh my god. She was no longer steering or guiding me, but my own body took over at that point. Sliding deeper inside her pants, my fingertips tickled as they danced across a small patch of soft pubic hair. At the same time, my head was moving, descending toward my daughter's chest. It felt like I was on autopilot. Her aroused nipples were calling to me.

When my lips surrounded one Liv's fleshy nipples, I slowly eased my tongue forward. Just as the tip brushed against the tiny indentation at the tip of her nipple, my fingers slid into the soppy wet folds of her snatch. My daughter began moaning immediately and the hand that had guided mine clamped down around my wrist, hard. She wasn't trying to stop me, or pull me out, though. Swirling my tongue around her nipple, I began swiping my fingertip across her clitoris. Even without her body's reaction to tell me I was pressing the right button, it was a very pronounced bump and easy to identify. As it was, her body began to buck and her moans grew in pitch.

Over the next fifteen seconds, Olivia's grip on my wrist grew tighter and tighter. Finally, I lifted my head and shifted to her other breast. That nipple was just as hard, and I immediately sucked it between my lips. That earned me a fresh round of piercing moans from her. Still diddling her clit, I enveloped a good chunk of flesh on her tit while I swatted at her nipple with my tongue. When she felt my tongue lapping at it, her body convulsed.

Just like that, Livvy started to cum.

Her moans were liquid sex, dripping into my eardrums. I continued suckling her nipple and tit while my finger diddled her clitoris. She was extremely wet down there, but I hadn't even breached her opening! Christ. She was shaking, almost violently while her orgasm ripped through her. It was intense. Very, very intense. But I didn't relent. I loved how her pussy lips felt, but instead of exploring her cunt, I just kept stimulating her clit. While sucking her nipple at the same time.

She started giggling after nearly a minute, so I finally relented and pulled my hand out of her pants. Lifting my head from her bosom, I stared at her. Her entire face was covered in sweat. Mascara was running down her cheeks in streaks. She looked divinely gorgeous. Even her eyelashes were damp with perspiration. She blinked at me, clearly trying to catch her breath.

"I've never cum that fast before, daddy," she said, sounding full of awe.

My own breathing was coming in wild gasps, I realized. But I nodded at her. I was happy. She stared at me, smiling in a way that I could only associate with someone who had just gotten off. It was a smile that only ever came out post-orgasm. I knew my own face was contorted with lust, still. But I didn't care. For some reason, the fact that I had just gotten my daughter off made me feel a wave of exhilaration and extreme euphoria. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Good god, was I fucking falling in love with her?

"I bet you're just as horny as I was," she said suddenly, pushing herself up a little.

Shaking my head, I said, "I... no, don't worry about me, Livvy."

She rolled toward me, forcing me to fall onto my back beside her. Her face was hovering over mine and she was still smiling, although it had turned somewhat predatory. "It's only fair," she murmured.

Then she reached her hand inside my sweats, forcing them down a few inches in the process. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and all I could do was moan as it throbbed in her hand. Olivia gasped and she whispered, "You're so fucking hard! You have to get off, daddy!"

I was already moaning before she began stroking me. "Liv," I called her name, but it sounded weak. Was that supposed to be a protest? Her hands gliding up and down my shaft blotted out any resistance I may have had whatsoever. Actually, I'm pretty sure my resistances were completely voided the second she exposed her naked body to me. Probably even earlier than that, honestly.

"Daddy, I like doing this," my daughter explained while her hand traversed the length of my shaft, over and over again. Up and down, she stroked me with practiced ease. She had clearly given hand jobs before. My god, her skin was so soft.

My orgasm was already bubbling to the surface. Christ, it hadn't even been thirty seconds! "Livvy, it's been so long," I groaned. My body shifted and then I felt my hips twitch upward. The tingling in my cock grew so strong so rapidly, I barely had time to cry out, "I'm--I'm CLOSE!"

She just continued stroking me, not slowing even a little bit. Her face was hovering above mine, staring into my eyes. And she was smiling. She looked so happy. "It's ok," she said. Then she whispered, "I want you to cum."

That did it for me. With a wild cry into the room, a torrent of cum rushed up my shaft and exploded from the tip. I felt it splash against the sheet, immediately raining down on my daughter's hand. She kept stroking, never slowing.

"Mmm, that's it," she said, encouragingly. She was smiling as another burst of liquid exploded, firing with more force than I had ever felt. Up and down, Olivia pumped my cock. And my balls continued to feed it with juice. Squirt after inexorable squirt streamed out of me. I felt it dripping everywhere. My daughter's hand was slick with it as she continued pumping me, milking every last drop she could get out of my balls. She cooed the entire time, clearly excited over pleasuring me so thoroughly. I literally could not believe how much cum I had just expelled.

I have no idea how many times I unloaded, but it was easily a dozen or more. She continued to stroke me for a solid minute after I was done shooting. It felt ultra-sensitive, but I didn't complain. I had never experienced such an explosive orgasm, let alone a hand job quite like that. And it happened so fast! Although in hindsight, I supposed it had been building up for a couple months. But still.

Livvy gently laid my softening cock down against my thigh and let go of it. Then she leaned very close to my face and whispered, "You had quite a load saved up."

Feeling a blush creep onto my face, I confessed that I hadn't masturbated in months. A very big grin spread across her face and then she told me we'd have to try that again sometime. I laughed, but not because I thought it was a joke. She looked dead serious. I laughed because I already knew I was putty in her hands. It seemed likely that I would do anything she wanted me to do.

My daughter laid back down and then rolled partway on top of me, draping a leg over my thigh. I knew she must be covered in cum, but she didn't mention it. She leaned close to my face again and kissed me softly on the lips. Then she whispered, "Thank you for the wonderful evening, daddy."

It wasn't long after that before we both fell asleep. Unfortunately, much to my extreme disappointment, she was gone when I woke up the next morning. And the world felt lonely all of a sudden.

{{ Chapter 14 }}

The week following the mutually explosive orgasms that Liv and I shared, I was on an emotional roller coaster. So many times, I considered texting her. But the main thing that stopped me every time was my worry that she wouldn't remember what had happened. And that would just be... embarrassing. So I kept to myself, lost in my own thoughts all week long. The funny thing is, after she gave me a hand job, most of my previous reservations were gone. It was like she had unlocked some secret desire of mine that had lain dormant all my life. I was attracted to my own daughter, and I didn't think it was possible to "turn it off" now that it had fully surfaced.

That doesn't mean I didn't carry a great deal of anxiety that week, though. But my main worry was brand new. I started to have a different kind of doubt. What if my daughter started to realize that what she was doing was only influenced by alcohol? Would she have similar feelings while she was sober? I know I had certainly done some stupid things in college while I was "under the influence". So, my worry became focused on whether or not she would regret what we did, if and when she remembered doing it?

Unsurprisingly, when Olivia showed up the following Friday night, I was filled with trepidation. But she took me completely off guard. For starters, she showed up much earlier than usual. It wasn't even eight o'clock when she arrived. Second, she came over unannounced, which was unusual. Third, and most importantly, she was stone cold sober.

Even though she had a key, she knocked when she arrived. When I opened the door, I could immediately tell that something was wrong. It looked like she had been crying. My heart sank for two reasons. One, because I figured my earlier suspicions had come to fruition and she was feeling remorse over what had happened. And two, because my little girl looked distressed. I hated seeing her upset. I remember vividly the first boyfriend who dumped her, years ago, and how hurt she had been over the ordeal. I did my best to comfort her, but it still twisted my heart to see her like that.

"We need to talk," Liv said.

"Ok," I responded, inviting her in. She didn't move to hug me, which only seemed to confirm my fears.

Following my daughter over to the couch, we respectfully sat at opposite ends. She crossed one leg over the other as she perched there and I decided she looked extremely nervous. That only fueled my own uneasiness to greater levels. Shit. Was this newfound relationship between us about to come to an untimely death? It sure felt like it.

Olivia started rocking a little, which only emphasized how nervous she seemed. But she finally looked my way and said, "I need to confess some things to you."

"Ok," I said. As I stared at her, I realized I had never seen her look so scared before. Immediately adopting my fatherly shroud, I tried to sound soothing as I spoke, "Liv, it's ok. Whatever you have to say. I won't judge. Ok?"

She nodded at me, smiling weakly. Then she started talking. "I know I've been showing up drunk for a while now. Every weekend, practically," she started. She kept swapping between looking my way and staring at her lap. She paused, looking like she was trying to gather courage. I remained silent to make sure she knew I wasn't passing any kind of judgement.

Liv continued, "The first few times it... I thought I dreamed it when I woke up the next day." She glanced at me, as if to see whether I knew what she meant. Of course I did, so I nodded at her, without giving any of my own thoughts away. She went on, "But then it kept happening. And I... I started to recognize the fact that it wasn't in my dreams..." I waited, but she seemed to be taking a needed pause. As I stared at her, I noticed tears welling up around her eyes.

Trying to sound encouraging, and give her some strength, I said softly, "It's ok, Liv. Go on."

She looked at me and flashed a thankful smile. Then she said, "And I also realized that I..." She paused, drawing in a deep breath. Then she looked right at me and whispered, "That I was starting to like it. A lot." When she saw me staring at her, her tears finally gave way, and I watched as liquid spilled down her cheeks. It took every ounce of will I had in me not to immediately leap at her and take her into my arms. But I knew she had more to say first.

"I'm so sorry, daddy!" she said, her voice coming out as a soft wail. She blinked away her tears and then added, "I know it must have been so weird for you! All those things I kept doing. And then... and then..." She started to cry for real, sniffling and unable to keep talking. I let her collect herself. After a minute, she finally looked up at me again and said plainly, "Daddy, I remember what we did last weekend."

Swallowing, I felt color flooding my cheeks. But I still managed to remain silent, for the time being.

She stared at her lap as she said, "I was so worked up last weekend. After cuddling on the couch and stuff. And thinking about things we already did. When we were in your bed together, I just... I couldn't help it. I wanted to get off so badly, that I made you do it to me." A sob burst from her lips, and her face was a mask of anguish. My heart tried to surround her, to show her how much I loved her no matter what. Then she said quietly, "I'm so sorry, daddy."

Nodding at her, I noticed that she seemed to be completely deflated. It felt like I needed to say something, so I uttered, "I'm sorry, too, Livvy."

"Oh god, don't be!" she exclaimed, some passion returning to her voice. She looked right at me, her eyes glistening with more unshed tears. We held each other's gaze for twenty seconds and then her lips started to quiver as she said, "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. W-with m-my hands. I know I shouldn't have."

All I could do was stare at her. I didn't know what to say to make her pain go away. Maybe I needed to tell her it was ok? But she spoke before I could, staring at her lap as she let more words spill from her mouth, "I've been worried all week that you're mad at me. That you won't want me coming over anymore. Or... or that you'll tell mom what happened."

That was my cue. She had suffered enough. So I said, "Ok, Olivia?" When she looked my way, I nodded to indicate that I knew I had her attention. "First of all, pause. Ok? Deep breaths." I watched her slowly nod, and do as I asked. She inhaled several times in a row and then gave me a very weak smile. I smiled back, trying to help remove some of the sting. Then I said, "Ok. Good? Ok, now it's my turn to talk."

Liv shifted on the couch, pulling both legs up and adjusting herself so she was sitting on them, facing me. She nodded, waiting. She was giving me her undivided attention. For just a few heartbeats, I was overcome with awe at her beauty. Even with cheeks damp with tears, my daughter was divinely gorgeous. But I had to shake those thoughts away. This was not the time or place for that line of thinking. Focusing on her again, I began to tell her my viewpoint.

I spoke in the calmest voice I could muster, "So, yeah. I'll admit, those first few times you came were... weird. You took me off guard. But you have to realize that I never did anything to stop you. So, the blame was as much mine as it was yours. And I have to admit, as it happened again and again, it really started riling me up."

My daughter was staring at me, wide-eyed. I had never seen her so riveted on a conversation. She nodded at me, but hesitantly. I continued, "It's true. I was getting really worked up. And it got to the point where I started really looking forward to you coming over."

"You did?" she asked, sounding shocked.

Nodding, I admitted, "Yeah. I did. Way more than I would have ever guessed would be possible." Giving her a smile, I watched her expression but she seemed to be all tensed up, waiting for a "but". I kept going. "And as for last weekend?" I said, raising the inflection on the last syllable to emphasize my pause, but indicate that I was about to say something else once I knew she was listening.

Olivia raised her eyebrows and I could tell she was holding her breath in suspense. So I whispered, "I liked it, too. A lot."

"Yeah?" she asked, sounding tentative. She started shaking.

Nodding, I said, "I don't think I should like it, but yeah. Livvy, I can't deny how much of a turn on you've become. But I know that should be really weird to me, too."

She spoke in a very soft voice, "It's not weird to me."

Frowning at her, I decided to share one of the thoughts that had circled my mind the most over the past few months. "Well, I can't help but think that in some way, I've been taking advantage of you. Or something," I said truthfully.

She lifted her head, gazing at me again. Then she asked, "Because I'm always drunk?"

"Yeah," I said, suddenly apprehensive. What if she agreed with me? What then?

Instead, she shrugged. Then she said very matter-of-factly, "Yeah, well? I'm not drunk now. And I don't feel upset about anything."

My heart started beating again. I didn't even realize it had stopped. Figuratively speaking, of course. But I had one more thing to say, so I spit it out, "Yeah. I guess I can see that. I can't deny... how I've been feeling about you. But honestly, I find it difficult to believe that you would find me attractive. Without the 'enhancement' one might obtain under the influence of alcohol. If anything, I would say that that is the part that seems weird to me."

"Daddy, you're sexy as hell. All my friends used to talk about you," my daughter sounded aghast. Like she couldn't believe I didn't know that about myself. But I truly didn't. That seemed so farfetched.

"No way," I said, feeling breathless.

"Yes way," she said, with certainty.

We stared at each other as a long silence stretched out. Inside my head, so many negative emotions seemed to be losing their grip over me. And I started to feel... hopeful. I even felt a smile creep onto my face, tugging the corners of my lips up. Not to mention a gentle arousal was returning to my body, giving me a slight erection as we sat there staring at one another.

"So you're not mad at me for my behavior?" Liv asked. It seemed like the final question to put this matter to rest.

Shaking my head, I let my smile appear fully. She smiled back and I said, "No, I'm not."

We sat in silence for a minute after that, but I could feel the visible relief we both shared. So things were not about to "end" after all. Although I still wasn't exactly sure where that left us. It wasn't like we were about to attack each other. But then I noticed my daughter biting her lip, and I had to ask, "What are you thinking about?"

She lifted her head up and then her cheeks colored again. She didn't exactly look nervous, but there was clearly something she wanted to say. Or ask. I waited patiently until she finally said, "I'm supposed to go out with my friends tonight. I promised them days ago. But I really wanted to talk to you first. I just..." She trailed off, looking embarrassed. As if she was worried that she was being rude.

Smiling at her disarmingly, I leaned across the couch and placed a hand on her knee. She flinched at my touch, but didn't pull away. When she looked at me again, I said softly, "Go be with your friends. We're good, Livvy. Trust me."

"Yeah?" she asked, a hopeful smile appearing on her face. God it was gorgeous. Then she blurted out, "Can I come crash here again tonight?"

My cock started twitching and, just like that, I felt it fill with blood. My god she could elicit such rapid reactions from me! But I nodded at her, still smiling. "I would love it if you did," I said honestly.

She clapped happily and then hopped off the couch. Then she said, "I'm just gonna take a quick shower before I go."

"Ok," I said, watching as she walked around the couch toward the hall.

Olivia paused, turning back toward me. Then she bit her lip again. What was this? Something else that she was timid about asking? She whispered, "Do you wanna take a shower with me?"

"This again?" I asked, but she wasn't grinning. This wasn't a tease. "You're serious?" I asked, feeling my cock swell even more. Jesus christ.

My daughter shrugged, smiling a half-smile. "Yeah?" she said quietly.

"Jesus," I said before I could help it. My heart was on overdrive, pounding away and forcing my blood to boil.

Liv's face turned beet red and then she said, "I... sorry daddy. Never mind. I'm being stupid again. I'll... just be a little bit. Can I use your bathroom?"

I nodded at her. I knew why she wanted to use that one. The shower stream was a lot stronger. Without another word, she quickly walked down the hall and disappeared into my bedroom. A minute later, I heard the water running. Completely unable to help myself, I got up and started walking. When I reached the door to my bathroom, I took a deep breath, and then stepped inside.

My daughter's naked body was muted and blurry through the frosted glass. But I watched her turn toward me. Then she slowly slid the door open, revealing her naked, wet body. She had a huge smile on her face.

{{ Chapter 15 }}

Olivia was perfection in the flesh. My eyes took in her body and I felt myself filling with lust. It no longer felt weird to be doting over my own daughter. We had already crossed that bridge and, after tonight's conversation, it seemed we were both ok with it. So, I stared at her openly, taking in every curve. Every crevice. Her complexion was as close to perfect as I had ever seen. She had a few little moles in various places on her body, but they only seemed to enhance her beauty. There was even a small one on her neck that I was fascinated by.

Her breasts were just as I remembered them. Perfect, ripe-looking melons. They were perky. Not small, but not huge either. Just right. And I noticed right away that her nipples were poking out from the ends. Had our conversation aroused her? It certainly had me. My cock was quite hard, aching to be let out of its denim cage. Ignoring it, I continued to peruse her body. When my eyes fell on her pussy, I did a double take. Although I had fingered her last weekend, seeing it fully exposed in the light was something else completely. Her pubic hair was fuzzy and looked soft. She had it cut extremely short, and shaped in a very neat looking diamond right above her hood. Everywhere else was smoothly shaven.

"Are you just here to watch me shower?" she asked suddenly. When I glanced at her face, she was grinning at me.

Shaking my head, I said, "I... no. I just..." Jesus, I couldn't get enough of her. How could anyone be that attractive? It seemed to go against nature.

She spoke again, sounding playful, "Well, then take your clothes off so you can get in here and scrub my back."

Nodding dumbly, I immediately started to strip. My pants were the last thing I removed and, when my cock popped into view, my daughter gasped audibly.

"Jeez daddy! I had no idea!" she exclaimed, eyes locked on it.

I glanced down at myself. It was nothing to brag about. I was a respectable six and a half inches. But also very thick. When I looked at her face again, she was still staring at it. A look of wonder was in her eyes. Slowly stepping into the shower, I slid the glass door shut behind me.

Olivia immediately reached out and took hold of my shaft, then began slowly stroking me. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. She wrapped her other hand around it at the same time and continued to work me over, until I started to sway on my feet.

Then she asked in a very sultry voice, "Do you feel like you're taking advantage of me now?" When I looked at her face again, she wore a wicked grin. Then, still holding onto my cock, she stepped closer to me and kissed the side of my neck, gently sucking on it. I moaned again, feeling myself get lost in the fantasy that was actually reality. Liv pulled away from my neck and pressed her lips directly against my ear. She whispered, "And how about now, daddy?"

My entire body shuddered. All I could do was moan my response. "Livvy," I said her name, but it came out as a whimper. In response to that, she pressed her lips against my neck once more, gently suckling my skin. At the same time, she resumed her stroking movement along my staff. I had to grab hold of her waist to steady myself, but didn't move to stop her. I wouldn't dream of it.

Just when I felt myself getting close, she stopped and pulled away from me. I gasped, nearly stumbling. She grabbed my arm to help steady me and, when I opened my eyes and stared at her, she was grinning.

Then she screamed in a teasing voice, "I need to get ready and you're distracting me!"

"Are you always this much of a tease?" I asked, playfully. But honestly, I loved it. I couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused by this encounter. Everything about it. Not to mention the fact that I was standing naked in the shower with my daughter, with the body of a goddess.

Liv immediately turned around and handed me the shower luffa behind her back. Then she leaned forward a little, bent at the waist. Upending my bottle of body wash, I squirted a liberal amount and then began to soap up her back. She moaned softly while I cleaned her, and then bent over further. Her gorgeous ass was on display, clearly proffered for me to do the same to it. I soaped that up, too. I probably spent more time on her butt than was necessary, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.

Next, I moved down to her thighs, starting on the back sides and working around to the front. She began moaning again, so I came up underneath her and, as I slid the luffa up onto her stomach, she straightened her body and leaned back against me. That's when I dropped the scrubber and started using my hands instead. Taking hold of both breasts at once, I began to knead them, making sure to brush my thumbs across her nipples every few seconds. That earned me a lot of moans from the back of her throat.

I couldn't deny that I was getting heavily aroused by the experience. It was unavoidable. Snaking one hand down between her legs, I teased my way between her pussy lips. She instinctively spread her thighs a few inches apart, leaning harder against me. I used my other hand to hold her steady while I continued playing with her breasts and nipples.

A tiny voice in my head told me I shouldn't want to be doing this as badly as I did, but I couldn't help it. Dipping my finger a little lower, I found her opening. Despite the wetness of the shower water, I knew what I was feeling down there was not just from that. It was much too viscous to be regular tap water. Gently penetrating my daughter's hole with one finger, she shuddered in my arms. When she started to sink down, I slid my arm all the way across her chest, propping it under her breasts to hold her up.

Then I slid my slick finger up her velvety channel until I found her clitoris again. As I started to diddle it, her trembling grew stronger. Then she moaned, "Oh god, daddy." She spread her legs a little wider, clearly inviting me to continue. Leaning my head down, I decided to return the favor by pressing my mouth against the side of her neck. When I started to suck on her skin, she started convulsing. Speeding up my flicking finger, I swiped it back and forth across her clit.

Less than a minute later, Olivia's entire body convulsed. Moans echoed in the bathroom as she cried out with pleasure. She was having an orgasm. I kept playing with her pussy and clit while it washed through her. It was the first "sober" orgasm I had given her, and I was excited to be able to do it. I realized I was struggling to hold her up. Her legs had gone completely weak. But she was still cumming, and I didn't want to stop. From the looks and sounds of it, this was another big one.

When my daughter's orgasm had finally run its course, she forced herself upright again. Then she turned around and kissed me. Passionately. Our tongues collided, moving back and forth while our mouths opened and closed. God I loved kissing her! After a minute, she pulled back, gasping for a full breath. Staring at me with a smile on her lips, she said softly, "I didn't realize how much I needed that."

Pulling back a little, Liv glanced down between our bodies. My cock was taut, pointing straight at her pussy. Jesus christ I was horny! She lifted her head again and then said, "Maybe we can address that beast when I come home later?"

Somehow, the way she said "come home" made me feel all warm and gooey inside. I just nodded dumbly at her. Good lord, I was smitten with her. How the hell had it happened so fast?

{{ Chapter 16 }}

Olivia left my apartment just before ten, and it was now almost two in the morning. No sign of her. I tried to sleep a little, but it eluded me. There was a weird mix of emotions going on in my head. My daughter was out with her friends while I sat alone, impatiently awaiting her return. It wasn't exactly jealousy that I felt. I was happy that she had friends and wanted to enjoy herself. But I wanted to be with her, too. I knew it was irrational, longing for her like I was. She wasn't actually my girlfriend. She was my daughter.

But there was another emotion that was throwing me for a spin. And this one was much more insidious. You see, I missed her. A lot. And when I realized that, it scared me. It wasn't the same kind of feeling you might get when a friend goes to college in another city. Or even when you move out of your parents' house. No, this feeling was one I had only ever experienced twice before in my life. Once with a girl I dated in high school, and then again with Olivia's mother, when we first met.

Yeah, I was pretty sure I was falling in love with my own daughter.

And that was really the core of my problem. It was not an easy thing for me to confront. You see, I was nearly forty. But my emotions lately seemed to suggest I was acting like a teenager. I wanted my daughter to be with me. And any time she wasn't near me, I became undeniably lonely. I even felt apprehensive when she was gone. That seemed like immaturity at its heart. The feeling had been slowly creeping up on me for over a month and I just hadn't spotted it. But now that I had, I didn't know what to do about it. I longed for my daughter's presence. And that feeling had amplified tenfold after last weekend when we both gave each other orgasms. Not to mention our discussion tonight and the ensuing shower play.

Something thumped against my apartment door, yanking me out of my thoughts. Sitting up in bed, I hopped to the floor and headed out to the living room. My heart was racing in anticipation, and I couldn't deny the elation that started to consume me. I heard the metallic rustling of keys and then scrapes and scratches that told me someone was trying to unlock the door. In a few quick strides, I reached it. Just as I placed my hand on the handle, the door swung open. Olivia stood, leaning forward and holding her keychain in her hand. She looked up at me and immediately started grinning.

My daughter straightened and then said, "Daddy, I missed you."

"I missed you, too," I admitted, as embarrassing as it was to admit. But based on my daughter's reaction to my words, they were the exact right ones for me to have uttered. She beamed at me. Then she promptly fell into my arms.

The door was held open by my foot as we stood in the threshold, clinging to each other. My daughter tilted her head back, still smiling. Then somehow she stumbled, even though I was holding her. The way we were standing made it impossible to get any leverage and we tumbled to the floor together. I heard the door click shut, but that seemed like a faraway sound. My entire world was suddenly reduced to the space my daughter and I occupied on the carpet of my apartment.

Olivia was lying on top of me after our fall. Her face was gorgeous, as usual. She started giggling and then leaned down and planted a very wet, sloppy kiss on my lips. I didn't care. My hands slid up to the back of her head and I opened my mouth, kissing her back. Just like that, we started making out. Like two wild teenagers. I suddenly couldn't get enough of her. Her hands were all over me, sliding onto my chest and rubbing my pectorals. I moved one hand down her back and then onto her ass. She moaned against my mouth when I started kneading her cheeks.

Lifting her face up, my daughter gasped for air. Then her eyes focused on mine, and she grinned again as she said hotly, "I've been thinking about you all fucking night."

God, she had no idea what those words did to me. My cock was throbbing as I held her. Staring at her face, I knew I had been right earlier. I was in love with her, and there was no going back. Tugging her face down, I forced our mouths together again. She melted into the kiss, moaning as we made out on the floor. And then her hands slid down to my waist where she started fumbling with the button on my jeans. It snapped loose and she moaned again, just as her tongue slithered inside my mouth. She tasted like liquor, but I didn't mind. In fact, I had come to find the taste rather alluring, ever since she had invaded my heart.

When Olivia's hands reached inside my pants, she took hold of my cock and immediately started stroking it. I growled, biting her lower lip. She made a yelp and yanked her head back. There was a bright red spot where my teeth had nipped her. What the fuck? I had never done anything like that in my life. But she wasn't fazed. In fact, the grin that came over her face a moment later suggested that she enjoyed my ferocity.

Pulling her hands out of my pants, Liv shimmied down a little and then started tugging at them. I lifted my butt in the air while she took them off, underwear and all. Tossing them aside, I watched her face as she stared hungrily at my cock. It was twitching while it swung lazily back and forth. She licked her lips, and I knew exactly what she was about to do.

"Livvy," I called her name. She barely glanced at me. Her attention was riveted on my swaying staff. Oh god, I wanted her to suck me so bad. But I felt like I should protest. Shouldn't I? But why? We had already pushed the envelope beyond the societal norm. Still, words tumbled from my mouth, "Ahh, you don't... you don't have to do this."

My daughter was already shaking her head as she lowered it. Mouth open, she swallowed the head of my cock and immediately began swishing her tongue around it. She twisted her head to get a different angle, and I felt her licking around the entire circumference. I cried out as pleasure ripped me apart. Focusing only on the tip, my daughter squeezed my cock with her lips while slathering it with saliva. My god it felt amazing! She was so intense! I could hear her moaning, too. She was enjoying blowing me as much as I was, it seemed.

Livvy lifted her head in the air, my dick popping out of her mouth. As I stared at her, I saw a thick string of drool leak from her, dribbling down the length of my shaft. Jesus. She was breathing heavily, practically panting for air. Then she said the sexiest thing I had ever heard in my life.

"I'm going to tame this wild animal, daddy," my daughter growled.

She dove down once more, taking the entire length of my cock all the way into her mouth. I felt my head hit the back of her throat. Jesus christ! Was she fucking deep throating me? She gagged, as if in answer to my unspoken question. Then she lifted her face until it nearly sprang free once more. But she wasn't about to let that happen, I could tell. She started bobbing her head then, going up and down my shaft. I felt her tongue rubbing and caressing the sides of it while she blew me. After a dozen strokes with her lips, she forced her head down as hard as she could. Once again, I felt the back of her throat constricting around the tip of my cock. She started making gagging noises, but she held her ground.

Oh god she was being so dirty! And I was suddenly all in. Whatever she wanted, it was hers. And right then, it seemed like she very much wanted to make me cum in her mouth. She placed her hands on my hips for leverage, slowly pulling her head up once more. Her face contorted as the gagging continued and I saw her eyes squeeze shut. After a few seconds, she got herself under control and started blowing me again. Up and down, my daughter's gorgeous face took my shaft deep into her mouth. The pleasure was growing exponentially, and I knew I was less than a minute away from shooting my load.

I had never seen Olivia look sexier than she did at that moment. Which was probably a disgusting thought for a father to have about his daughter, but I couldn't lie to myself. I wanted this. So, I let it happen. She continued sucking me all the way inside her mouth, then backing off. Down then up. My shaft disappeared over and over again. I could feel her lips gripping me, adding to the pleasure. And that tongue! Oh god, what my little girl was doing with her tongue would have been enough to get me off by itself!

She slowed down and I felt her grip on my hips tighten. Lifting her head slowly up the length of my shaft, she stopped when just the tip was in her mouth again. I felt her tongue jabbing at it from the bottom. Then she started flicking it against the very sensitive little spot right beneath my helmet ring. My balls started to churn, like they were boiling with cum. Should I warn her?

Livvy suddenly mashed her head down so hard, I cried out from the pleasure assault. My cock sank all the way into her mouth, butting against the back of her throat once again. I heard her gagging and choking, but she held still. Her tongue swirled around my pole, licking and lapping and pleasuring me. Her gags grew more pronounced, her body convulsing. My god, she was so fucking worked up, it was infectious! I was about to cum. I had never fired my load into the back of someone's throat, but I knew I wanted to with my daughter. It was so taboo, what we were doing, that it made it even more arousing.

Without warning, my daughter yanked her head all the way up and off my cock. She was still gagging and, when I looked at her face, I realized something was wrong. She pushed herself to her feet and then tried to run toward the bathroom. She fell, throwing her hands out just in time to prevent a disaster. Unfortunately, that was as far as she made it.

She threw up all over the floor just outside the door.

It took a tremendous amount of effort to will my impending orgasm back from the surface. My need to help my daughter was way more important than my desire to get off. With a growl, I got up off the floor and headed toward her. Olivia had crawled the rest of the way inside and had her head hanging over the toilet by the time I reached her. As had become somewhat of a ritual for us, I gathered her hair and held it behind her head while she continued to empty the remaining contents of her stomach (and then some). It was a little awkward, considering my naked cock was still erect as I knelt beside her. But I ignored it until it finally began to shrink, doubling over on itself.

When the nausea seemed to have passed, I scooped my daughter off the bathroom floor and carried her to bed. I quickly went and cleaned up the mess outside the bathroom, thoroughly washing my hands when I was done. When I got back to my bedroom, Liv was surprisingly still awake, staring at me. She frowned as I walked in and then said, "I'm sorry, daddy."

"Don't be. It's ok, dear," I said softly.

I noticed her shirt was dirty, so I gently removed it. Then I took off her shoes and pants. The only thing she still had on was a pair of white, lacy panties. My hands were shaking as I adjusted her naked body into a more comfortable position on the bed, pulling the covers over her. Removing my shirt, I climbed into bed with my daughter, completely naked. Nestling up behind her, I pressed my bare cock against her panty-covered ass. Wrapping an arm across her stomach, I hugged her. I wanted to be close to her. I felt overwhelmingly protective of her suddenly.

My daughter took hold of my hand and slowly lifted it to one of her breasts. Her nipple was already hard, and it tickled my palm as I cupped her boob. Squeezing it gently, Olivia responded by nestling her body backward against mine. Her butt pressed against my semi-erect staff, bring back the tingling sensation from earlier, if to a lesser degree. She cooed softly and then, less than a minute later, she began to snore.

Leaning very close to her, I kissed her neck just beneath her right ear. Then I whispered, "I love you."

For a long time, I just laid there, holding my daughter's tit, wondering where it all went wrong. I barely slept that night, but I couldn't bring myself to mind. It was just fine with me to be awake during such an incredible dream anyway.

{{ Chapter 17 }}

A soft blanket of golden dawn sunlight woke me the next morning. I was still lying behind my daughter with my arm wrapped around her. And we were both completely naked, aside from the thin layer of fabric surrounding her crotch. She stirred and twisted her neck to look my way.

"Hi daddy," she said softly, smiling.

"Hi baby," I said back. That made her smile grow even bigger.

Her eyes glanced down to my chest and then her smile turned into a frown. She reached a hand toward the sheet and lifted it, gazing underneath it. Letting it drop, she focused on my face again and then asked, "Uh, care to explain this?"

"You mean why are we naked in bed together?" I offered.

She rolled my way and I scooted over so she could lie on her back. Reaching a hand under the covers, she groped at my stomach, my thigh, and then my cock. Her eyes opened wide and then she blurted, "We didn't! Did we?" I couldn't tell if she was horrified or electrified about the possibility.

Quickly shaking my head, I assured her, "No, we didn't have sex."

She nodded and I watched her face carefully for any sign of relief. I didn't see any. Then she frowned again and said, "Something happened, though. What did I do?"

My cheeks heated up, but I told her the truth, "You... you kinda gave me a blow job."

"OH MY GOD!" my daughter cried out, blushing profusely.

"Yeah," I said. I didn't add anything else.

After a minute of silence, she started grinning again. It seemed like she was over her shock already. Sounding almost demure, she asked, "So... how was it?"

Now the heat really cranked up on my face. I didn't quite know how to tell her what happened without embarrassing the hell out of her. So why was I blushing? But she misread my hesitation.

"Daddy?" she asked, sounding worried. Then her eyes opened wide again, and she exclaimed, "Oh god, you didn't like it!"

"No, no," I said. Shaking my head, I quickly added, "It's not like that, Liv."

Her eyes were boring into me as she asked, "So you did like it?"

Grinning at her, I said, "Uh, yeah. Like crazy."

She stared at me hard, like she was searching for something I wasn't telling her. Which was true. Then she gasped as she whispered, "I didn't finish, did I?"

Slowly shaking my head, I grinned to try to take away any bite. "You kinda had to rush to the bathroom again," I explained.

"To puke?" she asked, a stricken look on her face. When I nodded at her, she rolled her eyes and said, "Oh brother." She pursed her lips in thought and then asked gently, "Did you... take care of business after I fell asleep?"

"Uh, no," I said, shaking my head.

The look she gave me was so full of compassion, it made my heart race. Reaching a hand out, Liv placed it on my cheek. When she smiled, it was like watching a sunrise. Warmth radiated from her and I felt it seeping into my skin. Then she asked in a very soft voice, "Are you still horny?"

Feeling shy for no reason that made sense, I said, "Liv... I... don't worry about me." My cock could wait.

But she was already moving, rolling until she was facing me. Her hand slid off my face and down my body. I shivered when her fingers brushed over one of my nipples. Down she went, not stopping until she reached my penis. Gently wrapping her fingers around it, my daughter started stroking me. Then she whispered, "Of course I'm going to worry about you." She was smiling. She looked happy.

My erection grew firm as she continued moving her hand up and down, teasing it to life. I started to moan. God, that felt so good. And after being so close the night before, but not getting any release, my arousal was coming back at full strength. Olivia made a noise that sounded like surprise. Still stroking me, she whispered, "It's only fair, since you got me off in the shower."

No further protest came from me. As my daughter continued to fondle my cock, I started breathing harder and harder. Oh god that felt good. Her hands were so gentle, and her skin was incredibly soft. The result was a tingling itch that started growing right in the middle of my shaft, quickly spreading up and down to fill it completely.

"Oh Livvy," I murmured. My heart sped up. Staring at her, the look I saw on her face made my eyes open in surprise. She truly looked like she was in heaven. Doing this to me gave her such a thrill. I had never seen someone so happy about giving a hand job before. It made me melt, falling for her a little more.

Olivia's smile turned into a wicked grin suddenly. She fluttered her eyes at me and then, without a word, she yanked her hand out from between my legs and shoved my shoulder. My body rolled until I was lying flat on my back. Then she threw the sheets away, exposing our naked bodies to the sunlight-filled room. My cock was twitching wildly. I didn't realize how close I had been to finishing.

With a playful laugh, my daughter launched herself toward my pelvis. Without any further preamble, she swallowed half the length of my shaft into her mouth in one gulp. Her tongue whirled around the sides, making me cry out, moaning loudly into the room. Then she proceeded to blow me. It was nothing like the one she had given me the night before, though. For starters, she wasn't deep-throating me. And this one seemed a lot more... sensual. But believe me, there was no lack of passion from her. I could practically feel how happy she was to be doing it to me.

"Oh god, Liv," I moaned.

That only seemed to spur her on. She became more vigorous. Up and down, her head bobbed as she took three-quarters of my staff into her mouth over and over again. She had a way of applying just the right amount of pressure with her lips that was driving me wild. My daughter snaked a hand into the mix, taking hold of the bottom half of my cock while her mouth continued to blow the upper length. Then she started jacking me, in tandem with the amazing blow job. I was breathing shallowly, gasping for air. My body started to tremble and the muscles in my feet grew tense. I was close.

Olivia slowly pulled her head up one more time, compressing her lips as tight as she could. When she reached the tip, she opened her mouth and then used just her tongue to tickle the head of my cock. Meanwhile, her stroking hand started traversing the entire length of my shaft. Up and down, her fingers flew. I stared at her, watching her lap at the head of my penis with her tongue. Oh god that was such an erotic look! And she was smiling, I could tell. Even with her mouth open, she was clearly enjoying herself.

That was enough to push me over the edge.

"LIVVY!" I cried out, just as the first deluge of cum sprayed into the air. She sped up her stroking and ropes of cum continued to stream from the tip. It went everywhere. She was not aiming my cock at all, just stroking away wildly. I watched as three streams in a row got in her hair. She had some on her lips, and her cheeks. But she seemed to love it. It felt like I was painting her with my spunk. I must have released at least ten times. And it was thick.

Liv slowed her stroking when she realized I was done shooting. Finally, she let go of my shaft and I watched as it flopped over on its side. When she looked up at me, she had a huge grin on her cum-covered face. I could literally see it dripping down her hair. It was the sexiest I had ever seen her look. That thought made me grin.

"I think we need to take another shower," she said cheerfully. When I groaned, she grabbed one of my hands and started tugging at me. "Come on," she said. Getting out of bed, I let her guide me to the bathroom. As she stepped through the doorway, she quickly shimmied out of her panties. She turned on the water and then proceeded to make out with me while we waited for it to warm up. My cum got smeared all over my face, but I didn't mind. Not even a little bit.

Then we showered together. And got very handsy with each other. My daughter washed me very thoroughly, spending a little extra time with my cock. I was mildly aroused by the experience, but not really hard since I had just had an orgasm. In return, I washed her hair for her, since it was riddled with streaks of semen. When I got to her body, I ended up playing with her tits. That got her worked up, quick. To the point where she spun around and mashed her lips against mine again.

We spent close to half an hour together in there. After we were both very clean, Livvy wrapped her arms around me while the water continued to spray against our bodies. Then she said, "I suddenly can't get enough of you, daddy." She leaned closer to my ear and then added softly, "And I'm completely sober."

After we got out of the shower, we got dressed together in my room. I kept stealing glances at my daughter's naked body. She clearly noticed me looking and seemed to purposely take her time putting on each garment. It was extremely erotic and endearing at the same time.

"Is this too weird?" she asked suddenly.

Thinking about her question, I frowned. Then I said, "I honestly don't even know what to think lately."

"Kinda me neither," Liv said as she pulled her jeans up her legs. They were tight, so she had to really tug the last few inches. I watched the entire process, mesmerized. She was still topless, so naturally my eyes slid up to her breasts once her legs and crotch were covered. She grabbed a shirt off the bed that she had put there earlier and started pulling it over her head. Then she said, "Tell you what. Can I stay over again next Friday?"

"Of course," I said immediately.

Her head popped through the shirt, and she was smiling. She snugged it down over her breasts. "I won't make any other plans," she promised. When I nodded at her she added, "And I won't drink unless you want to have something together with me."

"Ok," I said. That did sound somewhat more responsible, all things considered.

She grinned at me while she put her shoes on. Once she was done, she danced her way over to me. She looked so happy! When she reached me, my daughter wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for another kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt meaningful. Then she giggled as she said, "See you Friday, daddy!"

With that, she left my apartment. The loneliness set in immediately. But we had a date, and that's what would get me through the week until I could be with her again.

Oh god. Was I fucked?

{{ Chapter 18 }}

The majority of the following week was spent getting ready for Olivia's visit. Well, when I wasn't working, that is. I washed the carpets, scrubbed the floors, changed the sheets, you name it. I wanted the place to be perfect. I even bought a bouquet of flowers and set them in a vase the day before our planned "date".

And of course, the entire time I literally could not stop thinking about it. I had no idea what was going to happen. I spent a lot of time fantasizing, though. Enough that I was revved up and feeling quite horny by Tuesday. And by Friday, my arousal was through the roof. I could not believe the twist my life had taken in such a short period of time. Was Livvy experiencing anything like I was?

I even bought a bottle of wine and some steak Friday morning, in case she wanted to have a nice dinner at home. So much for not encouraging her to drink. But I figured sharing a single bottle wouldn't get either of us drunk. But fuck me, but she was impossible to resist. Not the alcohol bit. Just thinking about her, I mean. She truly was my curse.

Finally, I left work early Friday afternoon and spent a couple hours "getting ready". Which really just meant that I took a shower, shaved, and picked out what to wear for the evening. When I shaved, I did my face but also my crotch. As in, completely. It had been a long time since I shaved my pubic hair, but I thought it was something that younger people liked these days. I hoped so. It was a bit of a gamble, but I didn't think my daughter would be offended. I could always grow it back out.

Livvy texted me that she was on her way over, which I was thankful for. It made me a little less apprehensive to know when she would be there. The last thing I did just before she arrived was to light a few tealight candles around the apartment. I wanted to give the place a romantic ambiance. Yeah, I knew it was a bit lame, but I couldn't help it. Then I sat in the living room until she got there. My heart was pounding like crazy. Again, I felt like a teenage boy waiting for his girlfriend to arrive.

When my daughter finally knocked on my door, I quickly got up and rushed to open it. As it swung inward and revealed my gorgeous little girl, my breath left me. She was wearing a dress. No, not just any dress. It was hot pink and seemed to hug her like a glove. Every curve of her divine body was accentuated. From her breasts to her hips, to the shape of her legs. Down the center of the dress was a row of buttons that went from top to bottom. I had never seen anything so exquisite. My god, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen her wear.

"Is that... new?" I asked, feeling foolishly naïve.

Olivia beamed at me, glancing down at herself. She even took hold of the bottom edge of it with both hands and flared it outward slightly, giving a very modern looking curtsy. Then she said, "Yep. I bought it this week, and you're the very first person to see me wear it."

I couldn't help it. I made a whistling sound of appreciation. "That's a very sexy number, Livvy," I complimented her, which made her smile brighten even more.

"Thanks daddy! It's a bodycon dress. It's so comfy!" she sounded genuinely excited. And she looked extremely pleased at my praise.

"And it certainly shows off..." I let my eyes take her in from head to toe. Then I whispered, "Everything."

She looked so happy hearing me show my appreciation. Stepping aside to let her come in, she walked past me. When I turned around, she was facing me, still smiling. Then she stepped closer and pushed herself up on tip toes to kiss me. I completely melted as her lips gently enveloped mine. I slid my hands onto her back, feeling the soft material of her dress. I couldn't help but pull her tighter, and I felt her breasts squish against my chest. We made out for nearly ten minutes and, when we finally pulled apart, both of us were completely breathless.

"That was nice," Liv said softly.

And just like that, our evening began. It really did feel like we were on a date, even if we spent the entirety of the night in my apartment. She gushed over the flowers and the candles, which pleased me. She even pointed out how clean the place looked. I had a small grill out on my balcony where I cooked the steaks. (She loved steak as much as I did.) We shared the bottle of wine, neither of us getting overly intoxicated. We chatted and laughed for hours. And lightly flirted with each other the entire time. She would touch my leg while laughing at something funny. I would rub her shoulder when she told me something serious. The entire evening felt very romantic. In short, we enjoyed each other's company. Immensely. It had quickly become the most memorable date of my entire life.

It was late when things headed in a more physical direction. And it was the simplest of things that brought about the change. Things had finally wound down, including our chitchat. We were sitting on the couch together, both of us smiling. But it was nearly one in the morning, and I could feel fatigue setting in. That's when Olivia spoke.

"Can we cuddle in bed together, dad?" she asked.

Most of the time lately, she called me "daddy". But after our very "grown up" night together, something seemed to have shifted. Hearing her refer to me as "dad" made the request seem somehow more... mature. Like we were two consenting adults entering into an intimate relationship together. That's what it made me think of. Maybe I was reading too much into it, but I couldn't help it. And neither could my cock help but spring to life, starting to grow hard while I sat on my couch. (Almost unbelievably, it was the first erection I had gotten all night, since we kissed when she first arrived.)

"I would like that very much," I answered her, and she looked excited at my response.

For a few seconds, we just stared at each other. Was it just me, or was she breathing quickly? It dawned on me that, even though I hadn't sported an erection the entire night, I had amassed an incredible amount of arousal nonetheless. But it was different than the merely physical kind of arousal. It was arousal on an emotional level. It felt foreign to me, but I welcomed its presence. It pulsed in the middle of my chest, warming me.

Getting to my feet, I held out my hand and Livvy took it, giggling as I pulled her off the couch. Then, towing her along with me, we headed down to my room. Once we got there, I grabbed some pajamas and went to the bathroom to change and relieve myself. When I came out, she was sitting on my bed with her back up against the headboard. Her legs were crossed, but she was still wearing the dress from earlier. It was so goddamn sexy! And it could easily pass for a nightie, in a pinch. Which, apparently she intended to use it for tonight.

As I walked toward the bed, my daughter's eyes followed mine. She had a seductive looking smirk on her face. When I reached the side near her, she whispered, "I have a confession."

"Yeah?" I asked, staring down at her.

Livvy batted her eyelashes at me. I would have laughed, but she clearly wasn't doing it jokingly. This was no ruse. Staring into her eyes, I could tell she was genuinely trying to be flirtatious. She adjusted herself on the bed, stretching her legs out and sliding her body down until she was lying in such a way that screamed seduction.

Then she said in a hot, smoky whisper, "I like sleeping with you."

My cock throbbed at the double innuendo. "Sleeping together" usually implied sex. Which I couldn't stop fantasizing about. But on the surface, she really just meant sleeping together. As in, sharing the same bed whilst slumbering. But the way she was laying, the hot, body-hugging dress she was wearing, and the smolderingly erotic look on her face culminated into a perfect recipe for temptation.

"I... I like sleeping with you, too," I whispered back. I don't know if Olivia realized how thoroughly she had worked her way into my heart. Her seduction of me had never once felt premeditated. It had just seemed to happen naturally. Organically. And my god, the effect was profound. I was irrevocably attracted to her in a way I never would have suspected was possible, considering she was my very own daughter.

"Daddy?" her soft call to me made me lift my gaze to her face once more.

"Hmm?" I asked.

Liv lifted her hands to her chest and I watched as she folded the fabric of her dress near the top and undid the first button. Swallowing, I swayed on my feet, feeling dizzy. She moved down to the second button and pulled it through the slit. The fabric snapped slightly, as it was slowly released from tension. My cock swelled, pulsing with heat and a craving for her that surpassed all previous desires.

When my daughter let the tension go from the third button, the inner swells of her breasts became visible. My breath caught as she headed further south. The fourth button lay just at the apex of her belly. When her hands twisted the fabric there, I watched as her dress sprang open a little further. The flaps covering her tits clung tantalizing over her mounds of flesh, just shy of revealing her nipples. Licking my lips, I shifted my stance so I wouldn't fall backward in case I passed out. My heart was hammering wildly in my chest, and I could hear it pounding hypnotically in my ears.

Olivia kept going. She slid her hands down to the fifth button, resting on the center of her midriff. I couldn't pull my eyes away as her fingers deftly undid that one, too. The V down the middle of my daughter's body was so revealing, yet hid so much at the same time, that it made it the most erotic "lingerie" I had ever laid eyes on. When she reached the sixth button, right at the start of her pelvic region, my knees tried to buckle.

She spoke finally, just as she let the tension out of the fabric on that next button. She sounded sultry as she asked, "Will you touch me?"

Nodding as I let myself fall toward the bed, I twisted and managed to perch on the edge in an awkward sitting position. I was right next to my daughter's alluring form. Her fingers continued dancing down the middle of her dress. The next button was directly over her pussy. I held my breath while she tweaked it, letting it slip through the slit and spring free. All I saw were shadows on either side of the fabric, but I knew I was staring between her thighs.

Slowly reaching my trembling hands toward my daughter's body, I whispered, "Yes."

Just as I reached her belly, she let the next button release. My eyes snapped down between her legs, and I caught a glimpse of her naked cunny. Jesus. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her vagina was still drenched in shadows, but I could see the soft outlines of her lips. When my hands touched the skin on her stomach, Liv gasped. Turning them so my fingers were pointing toward her sides, I ran my thumbs up the very center of her midriff, heading up. Just as my daughter released the ninth button on her dress, my fingers skimmed under the upper flaps and caused it to finally open wider.

Olivia's breasts appeared. Unable to slow my ascent, I let my hands caress their way up onto those hills of flesh. When I reached the lower slopes of them, I twisted my hands a little. There was only one button remaining before her dress would be completely opened up. I realized my daughter's entire body was shaking, possibly even more than mine. When I glanced at her face, I saw the extreme amount of arousal etched into her features. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing short, hot breaths of anticipation.

As I reached the summit of her breasts, my daughter let out the sexiest moan that had ever filled my ears. Sweeping my thumbs in an arc, I played them across her ripened nipples. At the same time, I heard the now-familiar snap of the final button releasing the remaining tension from her dress. Playing with her boobs for another dozen heartbeats, I finally slid my hands outward, pushing her dress open. Then I slowly ran both hands down the outer edge of my daughter's body, all the way down to her waist. The dress spilled off her, crumpling to the bed in a neat outline of her body. Continuing down her legs to her feet, I felt like I was peeling her out of it. The only remaining attachment was her arms.

Inhaling sharply through my nostrils, I lifted my gaze slowly up my daughter's body. When I reached her pussy, my breath caught. Oh good fucking god. I had to resist every muscle in my body that tried to force me to yank my own pants off and impale myself within that mound of perfection. Instead, I forced myself to crawl over her, nestling up alongside her body. I brought my hands with me, placing them on her chest once more.

Then I began to molest my daughter's nineteen-year-old body. Her responsive moans told me she loved it. Kneading both tits simultaneously, I groped at her. Her flesh was warm and seemed almost malleable. Working my fingers into her mounds, I lost myself in the sensuality of it. She began to whimper and, when I swiped my thumbs across her nipples once more, her entire body convulsed.

"Ssstt!" she gasped.

Leaning my head forward, I couldn't stop myself from suckling her right teat. The bumpy texture of her areola combined with the puckered flesh of her nipple filled me with desire like never before. I relished the sensation as I lapped at her with my tongue. And the moans my daughter let out filled me with liquid desire that was so strong, I had to press my cock against her hip to relieve the pressure. She moaned at that, too.

Slowly, I worked one hand down her body, caressing her belly on the way south. She was shivering. But I didn't stop there. Further down, my fingers danced their way to her pubic area. Olivia was shaven completely bald today, and I loved how smooth her skin felt. Gliding further, I got my first tactile experience of my daughter's pussy lips. Oh my god, she was fucking drenched!

"You're really wet, Livvy," I said hotly around her nipple as I continued to lap at it.

"Mmm hmmm. You make me wet, daddy," she cooed, moaning as I began to suck on her tit.

Playing with the folders of her vulva, my fingers became slimy from her secretions. Fuck that was hot! I diddled my way between them, and then gently worked my way down another inch until I reached her opening. Liquid was literally oozing from her, coating my fingertips. She squirmed, breathing hotly into the air just above my head.

Suddenly one of her hands wrapped itself around my forearm and she whispered sharply, "You're gonna make me cum like that, daddy!"

Lifting my head off her breast, I gasped. Then I looked at her face. She had her mouth open wide, eyes closed, breathing heavily. My finger continued to prod at her opening, feeling more and more juice spill out of her. Her hand on my arm clamped down tighter.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. I would die if she said yes.

Liv fluttered her eyes open, staring at me. Her mouth was still open. Slowly, I started sliding my finger upward again, between her lips, along the greasy canal that led to her pleasure button. She whispered, "Only if you don't want to do anything else."

Frowning, I whispered, "What does that mean?"

"It means," she said, then paused as a moan erupted from her lips. My fingertip was nearing the top of her hooded region. She sucked in several short breaths and then said, "It means if you make me cum right now, I'm going to want more."

"Oh," I said dumbly. Fuck if I was about to stop this erotic fantasy. The earth could try to swallow me, and I wouldn't stop what I was about to do.

Slowly sliding my fingertip the rest of the way up the center of her labia, I found my target. Olivia's clitoris was a very distinct bump. Her entire body flinched the second I came in contact with it. It felt stiff and big, which I knew meant she was heavily aroused. I pressed down against it, then held still for a few seconds.

My daughter's head tilted up, and I knew what she wanted. Lifting mine to meet hers, our lips connected. Then she bit my lower lip with such ferocity, I squawked in pain. She let go and then whimpered, "Please don't stop, daddy."

Her whimpered beg settled over me and I couldn't bear to wait any longer. I desperately needed to witness my daughter have an orgasm. Wriggling my finger against her clit, she screamed. Her entire body began to writhe on my bed. I tickled her a little faster, swiping back and forth across the very top of it.

Then she completely let go. I watched as Olivia's body started convulsing so violently, I thought she was going to throw herself off the bed. I continued to diddle her clit while she came. I had never seen a woman have such a powerful orgasm in my life. The mattress felt like it was vibrating, and I realized she was drumming her feet against it. Her thighs splayed apart, then drew back together. When I looked at her face, it was contorted like she was in pain. But I knew better. Her mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water. She was struggling to breathe.

Still, I continued fingering her clit, rubbing her and helping her climax keep going. She moaned the entire time, erratically. It was so fucking sexy to watch. As her body continued to thrash, I saw her tits flailing about wildly, swinging round in circles from her movement. It seemed to go on forever. Certainly a full minute while she was in the deepest throes of ecstasy. And then she began to simmer down. I finally started exploring her pussy again, using four fingers to play with her lips. Rubbing my way down to her entrance again, I was shocked to discover that she was ten times wetter than she had been. There was so much juice pouring out of her, I was certain my bed would have a three-foot stain. I didn't care even a little.

Olivia settled down and her moans tapered off. Her body continued to shudder for several minutes, but her orgasm was clearly spent. Finally pulling my hand out from between her legs, I ran it up her naked body. When I looked at her face again, she had her eyes closed. She was still breathing heavily, and I could feel her heartbeat in her chest. It was pounding.

As she tried to catch her breath, I whispered, "Are you sure you can keep going? That seemed pretty... intense."

In response, my daughter's eyes snapped open. They narrowed as she zeroed in on mine. There was a hunger there like none I had ever seen before. She let out a growl and then launched herself at me, slamming her lips against mine. I didn't even have a chance to take in a deep breath first.

{{ Chapter 19 }}

Olivia kissed me in a frenzy and I returned the passion hotly. Our mouths opened and closed like we were devouring each other. I literally couldn't get enough of her. Wrapping my fingers around her left tit, I squeezed and kneaded it. That only set her inner fire ablaze. Her body felt incredibly hot beside me. She pushed me until I rolled onto my back and then broke away from our kiss, sitting up in the bed.

I watched as my daughter shrugged the rest of the way out of her dress, pulling her bare arms free. Then she reached toward me and started ripping at my clothes. She seemed desperate to get me naked, so I helped her. My shirt was first, followed shortly by my sweatpants. My cock sprang free and Livvy squealed in aroused delight when she saw it. Then she whispered, "You shaved, daddy!" A huge smile split her face in two and then she proceeded to climb on top of me, straddling me. My staff slid up along the crack in her ass.

My daughter hunched forward and kissed my bare chest. Moaning, I felt her hands exploring me, caressing and rubbing my skin. When her lips found one of my nipples, I cried out. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, and the center of my cock started to tingle so strongly, I worried for a second that I was about to spew my load all over the back of her butt.

Liv worked her hands down onto my stomach, lifting her head away from my chest. Then she placed them both on either side of my abdomen and pushed. I watched her hips lift up and shift backward. When she came back down on my thighs, I could see that my cock was now jutting up right in front of her pussy. She wrapped her fingers around it and I gasped as she started slowly stroking it with one hand. She spent a good thirty seconds working my pole. My body started shaking uncontrollably in response. It wouldn't take more than a minute to get me off just like that.

Something changed about the way she was stroking me and, when I glanced down, I realized that she was pressing my cock backward, against her cunt slit. It was extremely hot and I could feel her juices oozing down the length of it. Just then, she squeezed my shaft and I watched as she slowly started to lift her hips in the air.

"I want you inside of me, daddy," she whimpered.

The gravity of what we were doing suddenly hit me like a freight train. Oh shit. We were about to have sex! My daughter was about to impale herself on my shaft. I couldn't understand where the fuck my hesitation came from, all things considered. But as I watched her pussy rise higher, nearly at its zenith above my quivering staff, I felt a moment of doubt wash over me. It seemed so out of place, but I couldn't deny it. Somehow there seemed to be a vast canyon of difference between what we had done to that point, and what we were on the brink of doing next.

My hesitation came out in a few nonsensical babblings, "Liv, I... we can't... I don't think..."

Up until that point, everything we had done was taboo, to be sure. But this act went beyond all limits. If we committed to this, there would literally be no going back. Yet somehow, my protests felt almost hypocritical. I knew I wanted this. I wanted my daughter like I had never wanted another. Why the fuck was I even considering telling her to stop? She had already warned me that she would want more if I made her cum. And I had gone ahead and done it. What the fuck else did I expect other than her wanting to fuck?

"Just for a few seconds?" she begged, inching herself forward. Her pussy was hovering in the air just above my cock. She was holding her body up with her knees, but I could see her muscles getting weak. When I didn't say anything, she whimpered, "Just a taste, daddy. That's all. And then... we'll stop if you want to. It... it doesn't have to be weird."

Her words sank into me, and I felt my feeble protests melting away. Fucking hell she was hot. Her entire body was shaking as she held herself on the brink. Some weird backhanded thought said I should be shaking my head at her, pushing her away. But I couldn't. I was powerless. And I wanted her, in a bad way.

Olivia's legs were shaking harder and I watched as she lowered herself. When her vaginal opening pressed against the tip of my cock, the heat from her vagina rapidly filled me. I moaned. Jesus. I stared between us, at her beautiful pussy. Her bare skin filled me with desire. Why had I been cursed with such a goddess for a daughter?

She must have sensed the continued battle that was going on in my head because she spoke again, "We can do it like an ice bath plunge. Just a quick dip. In and out..." She sounded desperate.

"Jesus christ, Livvy," I said. Of course I was going to let her fuck me. But I just stared at her, not giving away my thoughts.

Lifting her head up, my daughter leveled her gaze at me. Her hand that was wrapped around my shaft gave it a gentle stroke and then she pulled it away, placing it against my thigh to help hold herself up. My daughter's warm liquid dribbled down my cock as it was pressed hotly against her entrance, twitching as it begged to climb up inside.

"Just once?" my daughter begged a final time.

The look of eagerness on her face was intoxicating. And who was I to take that excitement away from her? Nodding my head slowly at her, she smiled brightly. Then I felt her body lowering. The head of my cock popped past her entrance, poking inside of her. She moaned as her body slowly sank down on my shaft and I knew I was tasting heaven.

"Oh jesus, daddy. You're so... thick!" she exclaimed, breathing heavily as my cock filled her. And for her part, she was insanely tight. It felt magnificent.

Then my daughter started to ride me. All my protests disappeared, and I let myself succumb to this new world of bliss. Up and down, she pumped her hips and took me. But it only lasted for thirty seconds when suddenly, Olivia screamed.

And just like that, she came again. I could literally feel her juice running down my shaft, pooling at the base and dribbling down my balls. I stared at her in awe, watching every muscle on her body shudder and shake. Her mouth worked soundlessly. She was no longer moving up and down, but instead just held still with my pole completely buried in her cunt. I could feel her interior walls contracting hard against me.

Olivia's orgasm seemed to last for ages. When she finally came back down and opened her eyes, she was breathing heavily as she stared down at my face. Then she whispered, "I never came that fast twice in a row before."

Eyes locked, we stared at each other, hard. My cock was tingling like mad inside of her. It needed release in a bad way. But I wasn't ready for that yet, so I ignored it. I'm not sure what Livvy saw on my face, but she frowned slightly and then whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"

For a long time, I held her gaze. My mind was spinning. She had such a devilish look on her face, it made me wild with lust. But I knew she wanted more. And I knew I did, too. I wasn't about to let this end yet. Something inside me completely... snapped. I gave in fully to my incestuous desires. Sitting up quickly, I wrapped my arms around her back. Then, before she could say anything, I heaved both our bodies to the side, flipping my daughter onto her back. My cock stayed buried in her cunt the entire time.

When she landed, air expelled from her mouth and then she was gasping. Feeling a wave of intense hunger, I leaned down and took one of her swollen nipples into my mouth. She started moaning and, at the same time, I began thrusting. Her moans grew louder and my own joined them. In and out I bucked my hips, pouring my full carnal desire into fucking her. There was an intensity to our lovemaking I had never felt before. A need to connect with her, and I knew she felt the same.

Olivia's moans grew feverish as I continued plowing her. In and out, my thick shaft filled her. She was so wet, it glided in easily. Yet she was also incredibly tight, giving me pleasures that rippled up and down the length of my staff. Lifting my head up, I let go of her nipple and inhaled deeply. Then I moved toward her face, mashing my lips against hers. She moaned into my mouth.

My daughter clung to the back of my head with both hands, making loud noises as I thrust. I wasn't going exceptionally fast, but each thrust was hard as I humped forward. Our kiss broke and then I latched onto the side of her neck, sucking hard. That earned me another moan.

"Daddy?" she whispered, sounding urgent. All I could do was grunt in response, continuing to fuck her. I was getting close, and I was too invested to stop. My seed boiled in my balls, wanting release. Olivia asked in a whimpering voice, "Do you have a condom?"

My entire body froze. My cock was tingling so strongly, I realized suddenly that I was right on the brink. I had been just about to unload inside of her. Holding still, I trembled as I tried to tense up every muscle in my pelvis, to stave off my imminent orgasm. Liv's pussy squeezed me. The next fifteen seconds were torturous. I was afraid to pull out of her yet, because I knew the friction would make me lose control. But when the urgency of my climax eased slightly, I finally pulled back, exiting her.

Getting onto my knees, I swayed as I hovered between my daughter's legs. Both of our eyes went to my cock. It looked angry as it twitched wildly in the air. Precum was liberally oozing from the tip. Taking in several ragged breaths, I finally said through clenched teeth, "No." God, I was devastated.

But my daughter responded instantly. She heaved herself up and then dove between my legs, taking my shaft into her mouth. She blew me with a wild urgency nobody had ever entertained with me. It was nothing like her last blow job. Maybe a bit like the first one, though. It was purely carnal. She was sloppy and noisy. In and out my cock disappeared inside Livvy's mouth as she took me. She had her hands on my hips for leverage, using her arms to push and pull her head again and again. Her lips compressed tightly, simulating a close approximation to how it felt when I was inside her vagina. Her tongue lapped along my length as well.

My body shook violently just moments before my orgasm ignited. With a roar, I felt an explosion of cum erupt from the tip of my cock, firing into the back of my daughter's throat. She gagged, but didn't pull her head off. Instead, she slid her mouth back until just the tip remained inside and then she brought a hand up to my shaft and started stroking me.

Crying out loudly into the room, I came harder than could ever remember. Olivia suckled the head of my penis while she stroked away at my pole. Stream after stream of cum squirted into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly to keep her mouth from overflowing. And she was moaning through the entire thing. So was I, for that matter. I must have fired at least eight times before I stopped. She continued stroking me for another thirty seconds while she swallowed the rest of my load.

Finally, my daughter yanked her head away, breathing deep. For nearly five minutes, neither of us said a word while we tried to catch our breath. My knees buckled and I fell backward onto the bed, but then just sat there. When we had recovered enough to move again, the two of us immediately came together, stretching our bodies out and wrapping our arms around each other. Staring into her eyes, I couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face. Fucking hell that was awesome.

Livvy was smiling too as she said, "I can't believe you fucked me, daddy."

Shaking my head, I started blushing. Then I whispered, "I can't believe I did, either. Well, we kind of 'fucked' each other."

She grinned, nodding. Then she nestled her face against my neck. After a minute, she whispered, "Wait 'til I brag about it to my friends!"

"What??" I exclaimed, yanking my head back. But she was grinning wickedly.

"Kidding, daddy! Just kidding," she smiled at me.

Fucking hell I loved her. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and I felt more content than I could ever remember.

{{ Chapter 20 }}

The morning after my daughter and I had sex for the first time was slightly awkward. We woke lying naked beside each other in bed, but it immediately felt like neither of us knew exactly what to say. We ended up making out gently for a few minutes, which helped considerably. By the time she got up and started putting her dress back on, she was beaming at me. That took all my apprehension away, just like that.

She left soon after and, once again, I was overcome by a wave of loneliness. I would give anything to spend every day with her. But I was reluctant to express those sentiments to her for fear of coming on too strong. Maybe she just saw this romance as a little fling. I had no idea how she felt about me. It didn't seem very realistic to assume that she was harboring feelings for me in return. At her age, it was likely all about sex. And considering how our relationship had started, during a bout of my daughter's drunken mishaps, it was hard for me to believe anything else.

Despite my doubts, I did go out and buy a pack of condoms that week. I felt embarrassed when I got to the checkout counter. It had been something like twenty years since I had purchased any. They seemed like something from my distant past. Only teenagers ever bought condoms, right? Well, of course I knew that wasn't true. But somehow, I had the feeling that every single person at the store who saw me carrying them must know that I had an incestuous infatuation with my daughter. How else could you explain it? I laughed at the absurdity of my thoughts, but my embarrassment would not relent.

I got a text from Livvy Tuesday night that completely made my day. My week, really. It was simple, but sweet. She wrote: "Had a lovely time with you, daddy. Thank you!"

I stupidly sent back a smiley emoji and left it at that. As much as I would have loved to delve into a deeper conversation, somehow my daughter and I had never conversed very much via text. Admittedly, I much preferred face-to-face conversations anyway. After that, I didn't hear from her again the rest of the week. But I thought about her constantly. It was literally impossible to get her out of my head. By the time Friday rolled around, I was feeling nervous for some reason. I had hoped she might make plans with me again, but nothing came through.

At seven o'clock Friday night, there was a light tapping on my apartment door. Excitement rose in my chest, and I nearly cried out from the intensity of it. I was ready for her, though. The apartment was clean, and I had freshly shaved (top and bottom) once I got home from work. Just in case. Hearing the knock made my heart race. I wasn't positive it was her, but I hoped. Even though she could have just let herself in with the key I gave her, having her knock somehow made it more erotic.

The second I opened the door and saw Livvy standing there, my entire body melted. She was not drunk, which I was happy to see. That meant she genuinely wanted to be there. And her outfit was not one that I considered good for "going out", which meant she just wanted to hang at home. She had on gray sweatpants with two strings tied in a little bow. And a white t-shirt that was tied above her stomach, showing off her belly button.

As soon as my daughter saw me, she attacked. I was not expecting it. She strode forward while we stood at the door and wrapped her arms around me. Then she proceeded to make out with me quite heavily for the next five minutes. Once again, the door stood open while we kissed. Thoughts of one of my neighbors catching us added a thrill that only served to fill my cock with blood until it was rock hard as I held her in my arms.

Stumbling into my apartment, the door finally shut behind us. Then my daughter was all over me. Her hands were everywhere. She broke away from our kiss and latched onto the side of my neck, suckling me much like she had the very first time. Except she was way more intense and passionate. When she started tugging at my shirt, I simply lifted my arms to let her pull it over my head. Hers came next. I untied the knot at the bottom and then quickly pulled it off her body. When her bare breasts came into view for me again, I couldn't help but salivate as I stared at them.

Pushing her backward, her body thudded against the wall just outside my kitchen and she grunted. Leaning my head toward her chest, I immediately began sucking on one of her nipples. Her moans told me it was the right move. Slathering it with my tongue, I felt the tip growing stiff while I teased it. As I switched sides to her other breast, she reached her arms down between us.

"I've been thinking about you all week, daddy," she whispered just then. I felt her hands unbuckling my belt and sliding the zipper down on my jeans. Fuck, this was getting hot, fast.

Lifting my head off her chest and straightening so I could look into her eyes, I placed my hands on her waist and confessed, "Me too." Then I added in a whisper, "Way too much."

She smiled at my words, and then she started pushing my pants down. As she uncovered my ravenous dick, she said softly, "I don't want to drink anymore."

"Oh?" I said, surprised. Then I mirrored her action, dipping my thumbs into the waistband of her sweats and sliding them down her legs. They made it just past her knees before I straightened again. I figured she would kick them off the rest of the way herself. "Is that so?" I asked.

Olivia slid her hands up my chest and I moaned as her fingers danced across my nipples. I lifted my own hand between her legs and immediately sought out her vagina. It was extremely wet the moment I touched it, and she moaned in response. Then she whispered, out of breath, "Wanna know why?"

"Yes," I said simply. Tickling my fingers between her folded lips, I quickly found her clitoris and started playing with it. At the same time, she started rubbing my nipples with the pads of her thumbs, producing sparks of pleasure that rippled down and into my cock, making it twitch. She was moaning while I diddled her, rapidly getting hotter.

One of her hands left my chest, trailing down between my legs once more. "Because I want to remember our times together... like tonight," she said, just as her fingers wrapped gently around my shaft. She started stroking me immediately.

Breathing heavily, I whispered, "What's so special about tonight?"

Speeding up my tickling fingertip against her clit, she seemed unable to speak for a few seconds. She stroked me faster, and I felt the tingling mass in the center of my cock that said an orgasm was already being cultivated. Shit, that was quick.

"Tonight," she whispered, but it trailed off at the end as I continued to rub her clit. After a few seconds, she said even softer, "Tonight you're about to fuck the shit out of me."

Oh god. I went insane. Smashing my lips against hers, I lifted both hands to her face, cupping it. Her pussy juice smeared all over her left cheek, but she didn't seem to care. Opening and closing our mouths, we made out. She still had one hand on my shaft, stroking me. It became unbearable. Finally, unable to wait any longer, I kissed my way down her neck and onto her chest. At the same time, I slid my hands down her body, along her sides, until I reached her waist.

Cupping my hands around the backside of her ass, I hoisted Olivia's slender body into the air, pulling her away from the wall. She fell forward, and one of her tits ended up right in my face. Naturally, I inhaled her nipple into my mouth and began to suck. She cried out with pleasure as I swung her to the right. Taking two steps, I swung her back and then lowered her down onto the counter.

My daughter let go of my cock and then I took a step forward. My progress was halted by her sweatpants, which were still stretched between her calves. With a growl, I forced my way forward anyway. Her legs snapped together from the elastic, until her knees slammed into my outer thighs. With my hands still on her butt, I yanked her toward me.

Just like that, my cock buried itself inside her snatch.

"DADDY!" she cried out when she felt me fill her. I could feel her sweats pressing against my legs, trying to force me backward. Using the muscles in my arms, I started rocking both of us simultaneously. My cock began to glide in and out of her. We both moaned wildly as our passion mounted. Giving her nipple one final flick with my tongue, I lifted my head to her face again and kissed her. She immediately clasped her hands behind my head, holding me tightly. Our tongues danced seductively, spilling back and forth between each other's mouths.

In and out I thrust. She tried to open her legs wider, but that only created more tension with her sweats. I couldn't quite make a full depth plunge with those things in the way. Growling again, I don't know what came over me, but I yanked myself backward, pulling my cock out of her. Then I reached down with both hands and took hold of the fabric. With a wild cry, I tore her sweatpants right at the seam. She kicked her legs wide at the same time and they ripped apart. Now they were two useless halves, but I didn't care.

"Daddy, those were lululemons!" she cried out.

But I didn't give a fuck what they were. I stepped in between her legs again, but this time, I thrust my cock all the way inside her. As deep as I could go. She gasped and then her moans returned, even louder. She sat on the counter, but I quickly slid my hands back to her ass and then scooted her forward as far as she could go without falling off the edge.

Then I started railing my daughter in an animalistic way I had never taken with another woman. Her squeals of delight told me she had forgotten all about her lulu-fucking-lemons. In and out, my cock plunged. Our mouths were melded together, tongues chasing each other back and forth. I swear there was a cloud of steam coming up from the two of us. Faster, I plunged. Her pussy felt so fucking good wrapped around my cock! She was tighter than any girl I could remember, but also slicker.

Olivia started trembling and her hands slid onto my back. She yanked her head away from our kiss, gasping. I never slowed. Her nails dug into my skin and then she whispered directly into my ear, "Don't stop this time, daddy."

Oh god. Faster, I plowed her. In and out. In and out. My cock plunged deep. God, I really didn't want to stop! But I remembered something, so I whispered back, "Livvy... I... I bought condoms."

She flattened her hands, hugging me harder. That only spurred me on. Oh god, the passion was so fucking intense! The tingle in my cock started to expand, until I felt it even in my balls. Oh yeah. But then I realized I would need to stop very soon, or else.

"I... I should get one," I panted, still fucking her.

Olivia started shaking her head. Then she whimpered between moans, "No need..."

"What do you mean?" I asked, grunting as I put even more effort into my thrusts.

My daughter was moaning so loud, I could hear it ringing off the walls, echoing all around. The acoustics in this part of the apartment were horrible. I figured every nearby neighbor probably had a nice show to listen to just then.

"What do you mean?" I asked, barely able to concentrate.

"I-I'm... on... birth... control... now," she said between pants of breath. Her words sounded like moans.

Grunting, I felt the tingling spread up into my stomach. Oh my fucking god! Knowing my daughter had gotten on birth control just for this clandestine meeting was a new aphrodisiac. But they couldn't work that fast. It had only been a few days. "It works that fast?" I heard myself ask, dumbly.

"This pill does, yeah," she answered back, still panting and moaning. Her nails started digging into my back again. Knowing I could cum in her was driving me crazy. I sped up, until I heard my thighs slapping against hers every time I thrust forward. She whispered between breaths, "I told my doctor I needed a rapid pill... because it was an emergency."

What was she talking about? I kept thrusting. In and out my cock disappeared, stretching her nineteen-year-old pussy over and over again. My god that felt good! I couldn't ever remember another pussy being so exquisite. "Jesus," I breathed.

Olivia's entire body started shaking violently. She dug her nails so hard into my skin, I was positive she was drawing blood. I railed her, putting every scrap of effort and skill I could into fucking her. I wanted her to cum, bad. And I was close.

My daughter whispered one final explanation, her voice hot and sultry, "I knew I wouldn't be able to fuck you again without begging you to pump your load inside of me."

"OLIVIA!" I cried my daughter's name. Her words were so dirty, so wrong, I just couldn't hold on. The fact that she was my daughter only amplified the entire experience. There was nothing for it.

I let go.

With a wild raging howl, I began to unload inside my daughter's pussy. She screamed at the top of her lungs and, just like that, I felt juice streaming out of her in response. The backs of her feet started hammering against the wall beneath the counter. Inside her pussy, I could literally feel her muscles contracting, squeezing my cock. Stream after stream of cum released inside of her. Oh god it felt so good! By her reaction to it, she must be loving the sensation as much as I was.

"Daddy, I can feel you filling me!!" she cried out.

Her "dirty talk" was the sexiest I had ever heard uttered from anyone in my life. I continued pumping streams of cum in her until my balls were shooting blanks. The pleasure continued, long after my stream stopped spewing. I held her impaled on me for a long time while our bodies calmed down. My heart was racing so fast, my chest hurt. But fuck that was intense!

Finally, I managed to pull back far enough to stare at her face. Ah, she was so beautiful! Her mascara was running down her cheeks again. I didn't dream of telling her, for fear that she would want to go wash it off. It looked sexy as hell. Fuck, I was so in love with this girl!

"Daddy?" she whimpered. My cock was still inside her, but our orgasms seemed to have finally dissipated. When I looked into her eyes, she whispered, "Can you eat me out now?"

{{ Chapter 21 }}

My reaction was instantaneous. With my hands still on Livvy's ass, I gripped her cheeks tight and lifted her off the counter. Then I walked her down the hallway toward my room. Although it was softening, she was still impaled on my pole, with her legs wrapped tightly around me. Every step produced another moan from her. When we got to my bed, I practically threw her onto it. My cock popped out of her pussy with a squishy sound. My daughter bounced, looking stunned. She stared at me with a ravenous look on her face. She was clearly still horny.

Licking my lips, I stared at her pussy. My god it was divine. It glistened with juice and I could see a trickle of white oozing from her opening. Even though I had just had an explosive orgasm and my cock was nearly limp, I was still aroused. Our eyes met and she gave me yet another of her now infamous "sultry" looks. Crawling onto the bed, I slid in between her legs and then buried my face in her crotch.

As my tongue darted out and attacked her vulva, Olivia's hands smacked into both sides of my head so hard that I saw spots in my vision. Her fingers twined into my hair, taking root. I settled in for a prolonged adventure within the flesh of her mound. At the start, I simply lapped my way up and down her lips, not dipping my tongue between them. That made her squirm, and soft mewling moans escaped her mouth. "Mmmm, daddy that feels wonderful," she murmured.

Her words made me want to do this forever. Opening my mouth, I clamped it down around the center of her flesh, gently sucking until I felt her labia start to slip past my lips. I attacked her flaps of skin with my tongue, which made her squirm, and her hands dug a little tighter into my hair. Reaching underneath her with both hands, I cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed, holding her tightly while the rest of her body wriggled around.

Letting go of her lips, I gently tickled my tongue into her plump pink folds, then slowly slid it up her canyon until I found her clit. She flinched when my tongue grazed it. Spending about thirty seconds on it, I lapped rapidly back and forth, swiping the tip of my tongue across it. It felt swollen and tasted slightly like alkaline. When her fingers started digging much harder against my head, I backed off. Then I started making my way south, toward her entrance.

The second I reached her opening, my tongue froze. That taste. It was foreign to me. I licked it, testing it. The familiar taste of sweet and sour juice was present, but so too was another flavor. I knew what it was, but for a few seconds, my brain tried to process. I had never eaten a girl out right after giving her a creampie.

Licking her hole once more, I tasted it again. After a few more prods, I decided I actually didn't mind. Maybe all by itself, it would have grossed me out. But combined with her delicious nectar, it wasn't overpowering. Feeling bolder, I curled my tongue and started jabbing it at her, until I breached her passage and felt my tongue slip inside of her.

"Oh god, daddy!" Livvy moaned, her body starting to squirm again.

Just then, a thick dollop of slime coated my tongue and I froze once more. The flavor was decidedly stronger than it had been at first. It was quite bitter. Fortunately, her pussy juice was also stronger. And the mixture of the two somehow created a whole new taste that I had never experienced in my life. After a few heartbeats to let my tastebuds explore it, my body began to heat up. Oh my. I jabbed my tongue inside her again and was rewarded with another helping of the new taste.

Swallowing, I realized that the liquid was thicker than I was used to. A lot thicker. And yet, it was way more arousing than I would have ever guessed. Wow. Attacking her again, I tried to dig my tongue deeper inside of her. Her body began to writhe while I went at it. In and out, I forced my tongue up into her passage. More and more of the creamy mixture of male and female cum coated my tongue. I relished it, trying to get even more. As my body heated up, I began to think of the liquid as a byproduct of father and daughter incest. Oh god, that really turned the heat up for me.

Mashing my face forward, I enclosed her entire opening with my mouth and started to suck. All the while, I continued to ram my tongue inside her. She was squealing at that point, and her fingers were digging painfully into my scalp. I didn't mind. My hips began to move as I instinctively ground my cock against my bed, rubbing it while I felt arousal filling my pole once more. With the suction from my mouth, combined with my probing tongue, the liquid started pouring out of my daughter's cunt in greater and greater amounts.

Finally, I had a mouthful of the nectar and I couldn't hold any more. Pulling my face away from her pussy, I lifted my chin, savoring the taste. Slowly sliding my tongue around, I explored it. It was thicker than female cum by itself. It seemed to cling to all parts of my mouth. But the taste was unexpectedly divine. When my daughter began to whimper, I knew she needed more attention, so I finally swallowed the load I was holding in my mouth. Except that didn't get it all down, so I swallowed again. Then again. Five times it took, to get the thick concoction down. Then it was time to finish what I started with her.

Diving back in, I went at Olivia's pussy with a flurry of motion. My lips and tongue worked in tandem to bring back her moans within seconds. Lapping my way up her lips again, I made it to her clit and started massaging it with my tongue. Her body began to twist as I sped up my lapping. Then, gently pulling one hand out from under her ass, I probed at her entrance with two fingers. She whimpered. Her hole was easily wide enough to take both fingers, so I gently inserted them inside of her.

My daughter's own fingers started twining themselves in my hair again. Still lapping at her clitoris, I slowly began to plumb her vagina with my two fingers. Her moans grew progressively louder and more pronounced. I felt her body start to shake. Still grinding my cock against the bed, I realized that I was hard again. That was a rarity for me. Determined to give her yet another orgasm, I twisted my hand a little and then crooked my fingers at the knuckles, pushing their tips against the ceiling of her cunt. In and out I continued penetrating her, searching for her g-spot. Meanwhile, my tongue kept suckling her clit, toying with it.

As I dragged my fingertips backward once more, her grip on my head suddenly tightened tenfold. Pausing, I gently pushed them forward a tiny bit, until she gasped. There. The spot was small. Maybe just a few millimeters. But I had located it, and I wasn't about to let it out of my sights again. With practiced patience, I maintained the same approximate depth of my fingers and just gently started wiggling them in and out. With my tongue still licking and lapping at her clit, my fingers became a mini vibrator inside her pussy.

Liv's fingers rolled, twining my hair tighter and tighter. It hurt like crazy, but I didn't care. I kept at it, pleasuring her clit and g-spot at the same time, until I felt her ass begin to lift from the bed. My other hand followed it upward. She was arching her back, I could tell. And her leg muscles had grown tense. Speeding up my tongue's flitting, I kept the pressure on her clit while my two fingers wiggled faster, too.

"Ooohhhmmm," she moaned. Even the muscles in her butt tensed up. My cock started to tingle as I felt my daughter approaching an orgasm. God it was so erotic to do this for her! Speeding up even more, her moans grew in frequency and pitch. Then her body began to sway, shaking. I felt her legs press against my shoulders and her fingers started tugging so hard at my hair, I was afraid she was about to rip it from my skull.

A deluge of liquid poured out of her pussy just moments before her orgasm crashed into her. That was the only warning I had. My fingers became so slick with juice that they suddenly slid deeper inside of her. My daughter screamed into the room, and then her entire body started convulsing. Her fingers let go of my hair, but she clapped her hands hard against my head anyway. Licking and slurping my tongue against her clit, I started moving my fingers deeper into her once more. In and out, I finger-fucked my daughter's cunt while she came.

Livvy's orgasm lasted a long time. Never once did I stop playing with her pussy. I was determined to give her the best experience ever. When her ass finally settled back down onto my bed, I lifted my face out of her crotch, gasping for air. My cheeks were wet and dripping. Gently pulling my fingers out of my daughter, I pushed myself up and gazed up her naked, trembling body. She was staring at me, eyes glazed over with lust.

"That was beautiful, daddy," she whispered seductively.

Smiling, I climbed up her body and laid on my side right next to her. She was staring at my face lovingly. Kissing her gently on the lips, we made out for half a minute before she pulled away, eyes wide. She glanced down and gasped. When I looked where she was focused, I saw that my very erect cock was lying against her thigh.

"You're hard again?" she asked. When I shrugged, a very wide smile spread across her face. Then, as I watched her, she rolled away from me, until I was lying directly behind her. She spread her legs a little and then whispered over her shoulder, "Take me from behind, daddy."

Oh my fucking god.

Sliding one of my arms under her neck, I wrapped the other around her side, groping at her right breast with my hand. I couldn't believe how horny I was again! Squeezing her tit, I started thumbing her nipple until she moaned. Then I let go and slid my hand around between us. Taking hold of my cock, I pried her legs further apart and then swung my fingers around until I found her pussy. Pulling her tighter against me, I shifting my hips a little and guided my cock to her entrance once more. It had been years since I tried this position for sex, but it felt like riding a bike to me. As soon as the head of my cock had its target, there was no stopping me.

Thrusting my hips upward, Livvy moaned wildly as my cock slid inside her one more time. My sexual hunger was so intense that I couldn't take my time. Quickly speeding up, I was bucking myself against her ass in less than ten seconds. My cock slid deep into her with each thrust. Not quite as deep as I could go from other positions, but it was enough to elicit a continuous series of moans from her.

"Oohh daddy," she cooed over and over again while I took her.

Sliding my hand back up onto her chest, I began thumbing her nipples again. Faster, I rolled my hips, taking her again and again. The walls of her vagina were still tight. Possibly even tighter from this angle. But she was still so wet, the friction was nonexistent. Over and over, I forced my hips to roll, burying myself inside her. I squeezed her tighter, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. Her moans turned to gasping cries. Harder, I tugged her against me. In and out, I fucked my daughter from behind. Once I had a perfect rhythm, I didn't slow. I just plowed my way inside her again and again. My cock started to tingle and I felt the stirrings of a second orgasm approaching.

With two fingers, I smashed them together around her engorged nipple. That made her cries grow even louder. My humping thrusts were so hard by that point that I could hear skin slapping against skin. Her pussy took my cock as if they were old lovers. In and out, it plunged as deep as I could go from behind. Her body started to shake and then mine did, too. We were both moaning. Oh god, our incestuous coitus was worlds beyond anything I had ever imagined.

"I'm gonna cum, daddy," she whimpered suddenly.

With a grunt, I forced my cock to dig a little deeper inside her. Then I whispered back, "Me too."

We clung to each other while I railed her. Our bodies were shaking in tandem, and I felt her hips moving slightly to match my rhythm. I continued thumbing her nipples, taking turns with each while hugging her tightly against my body. In and out, I carried on. Oh yes. Oh yes!

"Livvy," I moaned her name.

And just like that, we both let go at the same time. I felt the grip her pussy had on my dick loosen briefly, just as the tingling inside me exploded. Two heartbeats later, her walls clamped down hard around my shaft again. Her vagina spasmed while my cock exploded, firing round after round of semen up inside of her. We were both moaning and gasping while we came. Hugging her as tight as I could, I released so much cum inside her, I even had a wonder if it would circumvent the pill she was on. That was a very fleeting thought, though. Most of my world was just exploring the beauty of our mutual climax.

A few minutes later, our bodies came to a shuddering halt. My cock was still inside her, but we were no longer moving. She had an arm across mine, clinging to me while she shivered. And she was whimpering. Minutes went by with neither of us speaking. I didn't think I'd be able to talk even if I tried. My mind was churning with thoughts about everything that had occurred. I tried to figure out how I had gotten so lucky. There I was, lying naked in bed with the most gorgeous creature in the world. And she was impaled on my cock. It was a wonder how I had ever thought of her beauty as a curse. Oh no. Far from it. It was a divine blessing.

Still trembling, the two of us fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms.

{{ Epilogue }}

Liv stayed with me the rest of that weekend, and we were inseparable. We had sex again Saturday afternoon, but it was much gentler. Tender, even. Of course, we were both a little sore, and we didn't want to push it too far.

Not long after that fateful weekend together, Olivia moved in with me. Her mom was a bit miffed at first, but she didn't put up a fight. Our daughter was nineteen and she could do as she pleased. Of course, her mother had no idea the real reason for her moving in. She slept in my bed every night. And one night, shortly after she moved in, she confessed something to me.

"Remember when I told you I was seeing someone, but he wasn't my boyfriend?" she asked.

"Yeah?" I said.

Livvy was grinning at me as she said, "Yeah, well that person was you. By the way."

"Oh, really?" I asked, feeling a smile creep onto my face.

"Mm hmm," she said.

We happened to be cuddling in bed together. She was snuggled up to me as I lay on my back. She had one hand on my chest, absently stroking my nipples. Normally that would have been making me hard, but we had just come down from a two hour love-making session.

"Well, I really like being together with you," I admitted.

My daughter grinned at me and then her cheeks flushed a little. With a soft giggle, she asked, "So you want to be my boyfriend?"

Laughing, I thought about it and said, "I... that sounds so weird."

"Because you're my dad?" she guessed.

Nodding, I said, "Uh, yeah?"

"Well, dad's don't normally fuck their daughters. So..." she trailed off, her playful grin dancing across her lips.

"I guess that's true," I said, grinning right back. We had passed the point where it was awkward to talk about the fact that we were father and daughter.

"So you can be my daddy-boyfriend, then," she said, as if that settled the matter. After a few seconds, she added, "I like how that sounds."

"God, Livvy," I said. Shaking my head at her as a wave of disbelief washed over me, I tucked her hair back over one ear. Then I whispered, "I love you so much."

She leaned closer and nuzzled my nose with hers. Then she mouthed, "I love you, too."

We made love almost every night from that day forward. She was intense, but I enjoyed trying to keep up with her. And we managed to keep it secret from everyone. She just told her friends that she lived with her dad. We even setup the second bedroom with a real bed, just to keep up the ruse for the time being. Until eventually, I bought a small house for the two of us. We moved halfway across the country then, where nobody knew us. That way, we were able to go about in public, acting as lovers do.

Somehow, my life had become perfect. All thanks to my daughter's drunken seductions.

{{ The End }}