Tracer Fire Ch. 02

This is one from the archives... I wrote these two chapters when I was first starting to write erotica. I've been looking through my notes while writing several other projects and found myself diverted rereading this story. I learned quite a bit from the development of these two characters, so I wanted to do them justice and share their love with the world. Strap in for more of my favorite kind of erotica - (more or less in this chapter) straight to the point, sweet and lovey father daughter sex. Sydney and Robert are all about it. I hope you enjoy.

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All of these fictional characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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Chapter 2 - Robert

Allow me to begin by introducing myself. My name is Robert Tracer and for many years I've considered myself a moral person, intent on doing good for everyone, no matter what. I was a soldier and a combat leader for many years and a chief firefighter after that so I'd like to think I've done my best to live a life of service. I lost my wife, Emma in a car accident that injured me and estranged my two firstborn children.

That accident changed my life, not only by taking the woman I devoted my life to, but by giving me the opportunity to become closer with my family in a way I would never have dared imagine or dream of. I never planned for things to happen the way they did, and letting go of the significant guilt I still sometimes feel has been a journey of healing I would never have been able to embark upon without my daughter Sydney.

Sydney is the 20 year old mirror image of my dearly departed wife, a lively and vivacious young lady that you may actually have seen before on social media. I've never kept up much with passing trends but I do know that Sydney is highly popular on social media curating a variety of accounts whose follower numbers are in the millions. While Sydney is incredibly bright and possessed of a cutting wit, those followers flock to her posts for a single, very understandable reason. Sydney is drop dead gorgeous, and very open and confident in her skin.

She often posts what I would consider lewd photos of herself, pushing the boundaries of what is acceptable on those platforms. Blonde and buxom, with a slender waist and long eye-catching legs connected to a full, powerful ass, Sydney worked hard to keep in shape and had an angelic face that framed piercing eyes capable of cutting straight through my soul whenever she looked at me. Sydney had learned long ago that I was powerless to resist her wants and needs. Despite my indulgence she grew up to be quite selfless, devoting herself to me in the time after my injury, and studying to become a doctor, something I am immensely proud of.

It was only after the accident that I came to really appreciate how perfect Sydney was. It was one thing to have someone care for you, another thing entirely for that someone to be a beautiful young woman at her sexual and fertile peak. Trauma and loss have a way of putting things in perspective, and I had a feeling Sydney was experiencing the same thing. It didn't happen all at once, but slowly over several years of close proximity to someone oozing sexual vitality has a way of stroking your libido.

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My wife came to me in a dream sometime after the accident, my darling Emma dressed in a translucent white shift that she wore when we made love. I wept hard tears of guilt and shame as she fixed me with a smile that broke my heart. My conscience ached, and I saw she knew everything in the depths of her gorgeous eyes. She looked so young and full of joy, so similar to the way Sydney did now, and the image wracked me with fear, guilt and doubt. I fell to my knees, my voice stuck in my throat and a numbing paralysis flushing my body.

"What's wrong Robert? Why won't you look at me?"

Her voice was exactly as I remembered it, sweet and strong and filled with love.

"I'm so sorry Emma. It was my fault. All of it. And everything that's happened since... how can I explain..."

"You don't need to, my love."

I looked up and flinched as she drew close reaching a hand out to touch me. I wondered if it would feel warm, or if her fingers would be as cold as the last time I had gripped them in my own.

"I know who you are, what you've done... where you've been."

Her fingers were soft and warm as they touched my cheek, wiping away the tears that flowed there. I had cried in front of Emma when she was alive. The tears seemed endless now in the surreal flow of the dream.

"I love you Robert. I know you love Sydney as well. And that she loves you. There is nothing more important to me than that."

"I love you too Em. I miss you every day."

"I'm with you every day. I'm with Sydney as well. You know how I was raised Robert. I want you to make her yours. I live on through your love."

I knelt there in shock, my head once bowed with shame lifted with hope. I locked eyes with Emma, her smile filling me with love and then the dream changed. Suddenly we were laying in bed, our bodies intertwined. I could feel myself waking up, and I tried to kiss her but she stopped me with a finger.

"We were made for you baby..."

And suddenly Sydney was there, naked and gorgeous, unbearably sexual and in the flower of her adulthood. My lust, already roused, surged in response to the thought of her so near Emma and I. Any guilt I might have felt was burned away by the surging desire that coursed through me at the sight of my daughter's nakedness.

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I woke up suddenly into clarity, my throbbing cock straining to get free of my loose lounge pants. The room was warm and a hint of light peeked into the handsomely furnished bedroom. I glanced down and to my right and saw Sydney's slender figure snuggled next to me. Sydney and I had been getting very close lately. Our shared loss and her constant desire to be there for me had almost inevitably developed into something dangerously serious. It kindled something powerful, something beyond anything I'd ever known or experienced, even when I was with Emma. She stirred as I stretched my arm out to the side table to take a sip of water.

I often wonder what predisposed me to succumb to my lust, my desire, to Sydney's youthful advances. I know most people wouldn't understand. Experiences in life, in combat and out in the world serving the public have made me appreciate every opportunity for love and happiness God has given me. Emma and I were always very experimental in our intimate moments and we were always willing to try something once.

Emma's family had always been very close and affectionate, and had raised her to believe that love was something to be shared with anyone willing to participate and share in the goodness life and our bodies can offer. Emma had raised Sydney in the same spirit, and it was this open acknowledgement that love, even between family wasn't anything to be ashamed of.

And so once we had grown physically close, it began with innocent kisses moving all over me, from my cheek to my lips, lingering touches that I noticed would burn in my mind long after she was gone and came to appreciate more and more when they came.

Despite her arrival in my life at an unfortunate time in my career, Sydney and I had always been close. I had been deployed for many years of Sydney's youth, fighting in remote corners of the earth in conditions you couldn't imagine unless you'd seen them.

It was Syd who truly helped me return to civilian life, bringing me back from a more savage place to one where I could be kind and gentle again. She spent time with me through every tough time that's come up since, including the loss of my wife. It was in the time after I lost Emma that we began to truly spend all our time together. Sydney had changed after her mother's loss, becoming a model caregiver and housekeeper when I couldn't.

As we spent more time together we began to share everything with each other. Emma and I always raised our children to be very open and honest, and this extended to our views on sexuality. Sydney had been raised to own her sexuality, not to be ashamed of something everyone wanted to do. While we had never shied away from such discussion previously, we began to share intimate details in casual conversation, probing the extent to which our relationship could withstand such risqué tension as we traded lewd stories and our deepest erotic desires.

We talked about our kinks and wants in an open way that initially made me uncomfortable, but eventually put me at ease with the concept of my daughter as a sexual being. I began to catch on that something was really up with her after I confessed that ponytails and braids of all sorts made me horny. Ponytails and braids ever since have become a signature look for her personal style.

Anyways, this is how I learned that my darling daughter was no longer a virgin, having lost it to her boyfriend on prom night in high school. This is how Sydney learned that I once had made love to Emma and her two sisters for several wonderful years when we all lived together in college. I learned that Sydney had "experimented" with her sister Evelyn before the accident caused them to leave. I remember the look of awe in her eyes as I showed Syd the extensive wardrobe of lingerie and sexual accoutrements that Emma and I had used throughout our long happy marriage.

It might've been the heat of the summer picking up but Sydney found cleverer and more intricate excuses to show skin, constantly asking to try the lingerie on, modeling it around the house for me. At first I felt pangs of guilt at the feeling of attraction or twinges of loss as it was almost like having Emma back, but as the days passed I began to appreciate the ease with which Sydney wore the clothing, how she seemed more at comfortable in them and to fit in them more naturally than her mother ever did. Emma had been lovely, but she never exuded the sheer aura of sex that our daughter did so effortlessly.

Sydney found every imaginable excuse and way to touch me, increasingly suggestive kisses caresses and affectionate hugs becoming outright flirtation and exhibitionism that forced me to admire the beauty and feel of her womanly body. She asked for routine breast exams, asking me to massage the soft expanse of her perfect mammaries. "Just to be safe" she always explained, usually with an accompanying wink and roguish grin. Lately her favorite pastime had been jiggling her the tight bubble of her butt at or on me as a "joke".

She sometimes came to an abrupt stop as we walked down a hallway, forcing me to stop myself before I collided with her. She pressed herself into my erections when we cuddled. She asked me for help in taking erotic pictures for her social media accounts and often pointedly asked if she could join me in my bed at night. I certainly wasn't complaining about her attentions, but the idea that we could fuck never really entered my mind until she asked me if I wanted her. Like me, she preferred to keep things simple.

We had been talking about the porn we watched, having started a conversation about how long it had been since we had last got laid. For me, it had been since Emma had died. My silence was answer enough. For Sydney it had been only a short time after that, before she had broken up with her last ex. He had been a well meaning kid, but had ultimately shown himself to be just that, a kid.

"How often do you think you jack off on average in... a week?"

Sydney was strewn across the couch, half paying attention as she browsed her phone. Her cheeky good humor made me overlook the crass assumption. Or perhaps she knew how often I had to relieve my pent up tension. I paused halfway through chopping an onion and affixed her with an intense glare for a moment before cracking a grin and relenting.

"I don't know.. maybe five or six times? If I'm lucky? I don't usually get many quiet moments to sneak one out with you around all the time."

Sydney sniggered and looked up from her phone.

"Only five or six times? Man I go nuts if I don't get off at least once a day."

"Why do you ask Squid?"

Sydney perked up and got to her knees, squatting with her back arched, pushing the curve of her breasts in my direction.

"Maybe you need to get some better inspiration!"

She was wearing booty shorts and a striped blue and white t shirt that held her breasts suspended perfectly. If it hadn't been for the faint impression of her nipples through the fabric of the shirt I would have sworn she was wearing a push-up bra... were they that naturally perky? Fuck... I passed my reverie off as gruff stoicism.

I told myself I wasn't explicitly admiring her body, but I could feel my own body reacting to her presence... it unnerved me with the degree of its potency and fierce onset. I could tell Sydney was putting the show on purposefully, and it was clear she knew it was working. I was being played like a fiddle.

"Not sure I'd blame it on lack of inspiration, what with half or more of the internet being porn. I guess I'd do it more if I had the time and privacy."

I contemplated her sassy expression before continuing awkwardly.

"What kind of stuff do you get off to Squid? It's gotta be good to be getting you off so often."

The question felt stupid as it fell from my lips but Sydney smiled as her hand casually trailed down her bust, jostling her tits as she ran her fingers across her hips and across her mound. It was a subconscious movement, but my eyes tracked her fingers down her body which made her blush as she realized what she had done in front of her father.

"Well don't judge me too harshly Dad, but I've always wanted to be with a more experienced guy. Someone who knows what they're doing. Someone who knows me better than I know myself..."

I had fully stopped chopping vegetables, unable to rip my gaze from the intensity of her stare. I could feel my face flushing, the implication of her words hitting me like an anvil. Surprisingly, I felt elated, not experiencing an ounce of the revulsion I had thought would come from such a revelation. I could feel my pants begin to get tighter.

In an effort to play it safe, I tried to give her some comfort and let her know I was here to talk to her about anything. The only problem was the intensity with which she was staring at me. Her vivid blue cats eyes were cutting right through to the dark unspoken desire held deep in my heart.

"No judgement here kiddo. If you ever need any advice you know better than anyone I've done some pretty questionable things in the past."

Sydney bit her lip.

"Well that's the thing Daddy, Mom was always very flattering when she described your sex life. I'd love it if you showed me some of those moves. You know, give me a practical demonstration?"

And there it was. A statement that both of us couldn't avoid. I had been an aficionado for the forbidden ever since I had met Emma and her sisters, but I was not ready for the level of fierce desire that Sydney's confession lit in me. Sydney was a young lady with a powerful libido and she was determined to get what she wanted. And it turned out what she wanted was me. Summoning the bulk of my self control I turned her down, saying it wasn't right for me to be with her like that, but I was shaken to my core and I could tell Sydney wasn't backing down any time soon.

The smile on her face told me she had been in no way discouraged, she could tell my resolve was shaky at best. For better or worse I had raised a persistent young wench. My denial seemed to spur her to greater heights of desire, and it was only several long days of work that kept us apart after that first confession.

It took another week of flirting and testing the limits of our shared taboo kink before the need to acknowledge the reality of what was happening between us arose. I had made the decision to allow Syd to approach me with whatever she needed, if Sydney needed something I needed to give her need its proper consideration.

She had done so much for me over the past months that I was remiss to deny her anything, and my resolve usually steadfast, was crumbling under her lascivious attention. It was becoming commonplace for me to find her in my bed, lounging or sleeping, waiting for me to come lay with her.

In addition to her nighttime wandering, Sydney had taken to sitting on my lap and touching my crotch with a brazen brashness that made me blush despite my considerable experience and discipline. Bit by bit, through sheer persistence, considerable charm and raw sexuality she was eroding my capacity to resist her advances. Sydney had always been quite liberal with her kisses, but our faces, always close during our discussions strayed ever closer, tempting that first true joining of our lips.

Then came the first crack in the flood wall of morality that was keeping our lives apart. I had taken Sydney out to do some fine dining. I wasn't short on cash and certainly wasn't one to be cheap where my daughter was concerned with or without the sexual tension. She had worn a black silk dress I thought was new, until I recognized it as one of Emma's old favorites, given new life on her beautiful body. It fit Sydney perfectly, highlighting her eye catching hourglass figure, cradling the roundness of her breasts and presenting them magnificently while somehow emphasizing her slight size and innocent demeanor.

The entire evening had gone off without a hitch aside from Syd almost bursting into a fit of unrestrained giggles when the host offer to sit "me and my lovely wife." Sydney had always been an elegant young lady, but she fit the occasion perfectly, and as the night went on I realized we were playing the roles of a couple out on the town down to the teasing flirtation and risqué groping. Halfway through the dinner Sydney had her toes on my groin, rubbing my crotch with her bare feet before leaning forward and whispering to me that she wasn't wearing panties, a realization that made my mind race, and my imagination go wild picturing what lay beneath that thin slip of black velvet.

It was as she drove us home that I realized how deeply I had begun to fall for her. I intended on telling her when we arrived home, instead chatting about idle nothings or about how wonderful the dinner had been. I was surprised then, when Sydney stopped the car ahead of the entrance to the driveway gate, and fixed me with a strange look.

"Are you alright Syd?"

"I'm doing great Daddy. That was allot of fun!"

"It really was baby, thanks for driving home."

Of course! Hey Dad, I've been thinking allot and I need to tell you something."

I looked at her expectantly, not entirely sure what she was going to say. The depth of my desire took my breath away. My heart ached at her beauty. I wanted to tear that dress off her with my teeth. I wanted to suck her nipples and fill her cunt with my thickness... I felt like an insane person.

"I think I'm falling in love with you Daddy. I have been for a long time but it's so close to being real... you said no the other day and I respect your decision but I'll do anything for you. I just want to be yours Dad... forever and always."

I could see she was nervous, shaking with the immensity of what she was confessing to me. All the previous days of teasing and flirting had led up to this true moment of confession.

"I love you too Syd, my darling dear. I always will, but there is something growing between us that I can't... I don't know how we can..."

I shook my head with frustration. She took my hand and gripped it tight in hers. I looked up into her eyes. They were filled with anxious tears and the sight made my heart throb with emotion.

"I've never felt this way about anyone."

The words had escaped both our mouths before knowing what the other was going to say, and I stared in amazement at my little angel. Our faces were incredibly close. I appreciated the slight dusting of freckles Sydney had inherited from my mother's side of strawberry blondes. The connection sent a thrill of desire through me, making my cock twitch forward with an instinctive deep desire to penetrate her.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too Sydney. I want you. You make me happy like no one else and you turn me on more than I've ever been in my entire life."

The statement seemed to shock both of us. Our eyes were locked and I could feel a deep sense that we were both experiencing the same tense connection.

"Is that alright with you? I know it's not what I should be feeling, but it's so clear you feel the same way, I can't keep pretending there's nothing but platonic love between us."

Sydney looked like she couldn't believe her ears, nodding slowly at first and then excitedly before she reflexively kissed me, joining our lips for our first true, passionate kiss, an act of truth and affirmation set my heart flying and that changed both our lives forever.

In that moment I was thankful for our garden hedges, for it was in that blissful moment that our neighbors switched off the lights, leaving our intertwined forms bathed in nothing but faint moonlight. In the back of my mind, I registered a need for caution. The neighbors were good people, but they knew us and would certainly not understand what was happening between my daughter and I. I decided not to bring this up for the moment, preferring to sit in the car and show Sydney how much I needed her through liberal application of my lips and tongue.

We spent that first night kissing passionately, absolutely wrapped in the novelty of exploring our bodies freely. I was well aware of the effect I could have on women, and Sydney knew better than most how to carry her gorgeous form in a way that would drive most men mad with lust. Her very graceful movement seemed calculated to drive me crazy. Her legs, eye catchers even at the worst times strolled towards the bed with a casual lounging ease that kept me laser focused on her double bubble-butt.

The desire, no the need to have her then and there, in the hallway up against the wall was intoxicating, but I kept myself from rushing her further than the playful risqué exploration we were currently engaged in. She was a paragon of desire, and if she wanted more I was more than willing to give in and give her all. If she wanted to explore, I was here for that, but I knew I had to respect her relative inexperience and innocence. I was happy to give her control over the situation. I wanted her desperately, and I could tell she wanted me just as badly as well, but there was no need to rush things. Better to take it slow and avoid messing things up by rushing and making things awkward.

We eventually fell asleep embracing, her warm little body pressed to mine. She had worked herself up so much she had orgasmed several times. Apparently this wasn't totally unusual for her, but we were both surprised by their intensity and frequency. Making Syd cum made me curiously proud and filled me with an affectionate sense of accomplishment.

I loved making her feel good and the ease with which I brought her to climax felt like confirmation our behavior was both preordained and for the better. She had been made to be pleasured by her Father, and we both relished in the freedom to indulge that desire. The flip side of that sensation was a vast chasm of yet unexplored conviction that she had been made to carry my seed. This thought brought both giddy elation and dregs of intense guilt.

The next morning brought powerful doubt on my part. I awoke early and lay in bed holding Sydney, my thoughts coursing through all the possibilities and downsides to what I was doing. Where would this lead? What were we really planning on doing together? Would Emma ever forgive me? There was only one way any of this was headed. Surely she was somewhere above us, watching and cursing me for what I was doing. What if just a single person from my work found out? What if the neighbors began to put two and two together?

Any doubts lasted about as long as it took Sydney to wake and open her eyes. She looked at me and smiled and we began to kiss again. The way she touched me now left little room for innocence or doubts as to what we were up to. And so another day went by in bliss, tense with the pent up desire for each other we were circling around. So many reasons why not, but too many chances to say yes. I eventually reached down to the heat of her crotch and gave the bump of her clit a playful rub. Sydney shivered with pleasure in a way that made me want to strip her clothes off right then and there and impale her with the hardness of my cock.

We had developed a way of necking each other so that my touch alone could almost instantly bring her to climax. The thrill that came with giving my daughter an orgasm never diminished, and with each orgasm I sent shuddering through Sydney's body my ability to say no to her was eroded, a self perpetuating cycle of desire that stretched the moral boundaries between us way past breaking point. Furthermore, it felt good to explore our physical relationship. As it turned out, we were pretty good at this lovemaking thing.

That night Sydney surprised me by wearing one of Emma's semi-transparent lingerie bodysuits. We had eaten dinner separately as I had to stop by the office in the afternoon for a marathon planning session and alignment meeting. I had come home to find the house clean and lights on, but seemingly empty expect for our dog, Nelson. After settling my things and pouring myself a glass of fine scotch I made my way up to the bedroom, where she was waiting for me, made up and arranged on the bed like an ancient pharaonic God-queen. I stood there, stunned by my own sudden arousal. She stayed there, statuesque, turning only her head to meet my eyes.

All I could manage was a stunned,

"Wow Sydney."

She smiled, and beckoned me closer with a crooked finger.

"I missed you Daddy, I wanted to surprise you when you came home."

I was still there goggling at her, unable to take in all of her radiant good looks. Her hair was up in an elaborate ponytail, fastened by some expensive looking jeweled clip, her skin was glowing, and the lingerie conformed to the contours of her body as if it was tailor made for her. It obscured just enough to inspire the imagination of anyone who looked at it while cupping and supporting her breasts in a manner that accentuated her already significant cleavage. The fabric around her crotch faded into silky opacity right before her shaven pubic mound crested gently down towards her slit. It covered her clitoris, but was thin and taut enough that I could make it out, a puffy little ripple in the delicate cloth. My mind had gone blank, and I couldn't muster anything but obscenities.

"Holy... Sydney you've left me speechless baby."

She smirked, biting her lip and beckoning me forward yet again with repeated crooks of her finger.

"Then don't talk, just come here and be with me Daddy."

As if commanded by a magic spell I stepped forward, unconsciously unfastening my belt and unzipping my pants. Before I knew what I was doing I had clambered on to the bed with her, on my knees so that my hips were level with her head as she lounged on the comfortable silk pillows. I towered over her, enthralled by the warmth of her glowing body as I reached into my pants and pulled out the hardening length of my penis, a bead of slick precum pushing out the tip. Sydney had touched it quite a bit through my pants in the past couple days, but had never actually come face to face with my cock, and her expression of shocked delight made me chuckle.

"God Daddy it felt big in your pants but that thing isn't messing around!"

Inspired by the moment (and if I'm being honest, proud of my daughter's awe), I gave it a quick stroke with my hand, allowing it to fully stretch and harden to it's full extent, while leaning my chest back and bucking my hips forward. It felt rock hard, rigid hot and thirsting to be quenched. It had been so long since I had experienced anything but the palm of my hand.

Sydney watched, spellbound as I massaged the fleshy protuberant length. The muscles at the base of my shaft allowed me to push the arch forward and out, naturally pulling my testicles in close to the base of the shaft and lifting the arch of my cock out into the air between Sydney and me. I stood there flexing the rest of my muscles, presenting my considerable size and girth to my daughter, whose own expression of impressed shock was making way for one of untamed sexual hunger. For a moment she seemed to consider asking something, but then reached out to swirl her tongue over the tip of my arched cock, her hands reaching out to touch the muscles of my chest and hips.

Wordlessly, I watched as she explored me, root and stem, licking sucking and kissing every available inch of my nether regions. After a moment she leaned back, licking her lips as she giggled.

"Man I have no idea how to handle this thing. It's so big do I start? I have no idea how I'm supposed to fit it inside me!"

I laughed, wondering how best to guide her through it, a twisted thrill of erotic joy making my cock twitch at the mere thought of entering her. The sudden twitch made her giggle even more. I waited patiently for her to calm down.

"Start slow baby and have fun. I've never been big on blowjobs, but I know you said you like giving them! Show me why you like them so much."

As I've mentioned before, we often talked about our sex lives, and I knew that Sydney had quite enjoyed giving head to the lovers she had previously been with. Her initial probing licks and kisses had been gentle and cautious, but once I told her to enjoy herself Sydney seemed to remember her passion for it.

Following my instructions, she started slowly licking and kissing me from my balls to the tip of my cock before twirling her tongue around the head and bobbing her head down over my thickness. One of her hands cradled my balls while the other slowly began to stroke the skin at the base of my shaft, gradually becoming more and more lubricated with her spit as she slobbered over my cock, sucking and spitting like a professional.

I loved the sweet feeling of pussy so much I hadn't often considered blowjobs to be "enough" but here was Syd showing me one more way in which my life has changed for the better. It felt amazing. I watched as she luxuriantly pampered my cock and balls, her incredible piercing eyes locked with mine as she began to draw me to climax. When was the last time I had been sucked off to completion? Emma and I hadn't often done such things.

I leaned down and snuck one of my fingers into her skimpy brassiere, feeling how hard her nipples were, how hot the skin of her breasts were getting. I licked my finger and then twirled the nipple absentmindedly causing Sydney to moan, sound of her pleasure erotically bubbling up from where her lips slobbered over my cock. I noticed one of her hands was down at her crotch, quietly but furiously rubbing herself as she forced my cock down her throat. The sight made me lose control and before I could restrain myself I began to come, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum straight down my daughter's throat.

Just as the first splash of cum began to flood out of me, Sydney began to shake and buck her hips, matching my orgasm with one of her own. My ejaculation seemed to last forever as Sydney sucked and swallowed every last drop from me with deep rhythmic gulps of her throat. She smacked her lips when she was done and proudly lifted her golden head to look at me. Her distinct roguish grin made me laugh. She waited for me to speak, but I felt locked there speechless yet again as my whole body buzzed with pleasure.

"So what were you telling me about not liking blowjobs?"

"Holy cow Syd, I don't think I've ever had one like that, where did you learn to do that?"

Sydney shrugged, bouncing her tits playfully as she hugged me around the legs, pushing her breasts up to my spent cock, which despite everything, was still extraordinarily hard. Her breasts were warm and soft and felt amazing against my sensitive skin there. Being so close to her was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

"Nowhere, honest! I've always liked giving blowjobs and everyone's always told me they're the best they've ever had!"

"I'd be lying if I claimed anything less myself. That really was incredible baby. Thanks for tidying up around the house and getting all dressed up for me too, you've made me feel so special."

"Of course Daddy, for you, anything."

She eyed my persistently erect cock and licked her lips.

"I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight, maybe have some dessert, but you just filled me up with so much cum I'm stuffed and it seems you're ready for a different kind of action..."

She let the implication hang heavily as she hungrily eyed the pulsing arch of my cock, just inches from her face, and traced her fingers across my navel to the thick muscles at the base of my cock. Despite my erection, I was more clearheaded now than I had been all day, and something in me recoiled at her raw sexual desire, the fact she wanted me as a lover more than as a father. Despite every molecule of my being wanting nothing more than to bury my cock triumphantly inside her, I shook my head from side to side, cracking a smile when her predictable pout arrived.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself little one. First off, I was looking forward to movie night with you! Who else am I going to watch Texas Chainsaw Rodeo iii with? And second, I'm not done with you in the slightest!"

Sydney laughed and squealed playfully as I slipped back off the bed and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her perfect little body closer to mine by the edge of the bed. Her legs, long bare and tan wrapped around me, crossing behind my back as they pulled me in close to her torso which rose up to meet mine. I kissed her, trying to tell her how much she meant to me with every kiss I planted on her lips.

Perhaps it was just my imagination but I felt understanding and love flowing from her kisses in return. My cock, still hard and aching for more attention was pressing into her crotch where her thin silky lingerie kept us from taking that final step into damnable sin. She was leaning into it, yearning for that union as well and pressing her body into mind as we kissed. The heat building between us was immense.

I pushed her back down into the bed and then broke off our kiss, my fingers busy rubbing her crotch in great sweeping motions that made Sydney moan and grab her nipple and twist. I zeroed in on the bump of her clit and began to make circles around it, brushing it only occasionally with the tips of my fingers. I thrilled at how each slight touch made her body shudder and clench tighter around mine. 


"Daddy yes, oh more of that please!"

I bent my head down and laid it on the inside of one of her thighs. The scent of her pussy was incredibly enticing, and I reached out with my tongue, placing it's full width on the silken fabric of her panties. It was already moist from her previous orgasm and I could taste her raw arousal emanating from her groin. Kissing and rasping my tongue over her crotch I started to slip my fingers underneath the fabric of her lingerie, sliding two fingers around her slick entrance while my tongue worked on her clit.

Sydney was moaning passionately, gripping the bed tightly as I unclasped the crotch of her lingerie. Groping her left tit and licking the delicate pink flesh of her pussy, I tickled her vaginal entrance with the remaining fingers of my right hand. It was warm and wet and unbelievably tight. Slowly, and allowing for as much of her natural lubricating wetness and my spit to accumulate on my finger, I slid a finger inside her, crooning as I let my finger to rub the inside of her tight young pussy. I felt for a moment before finding a nub or sensitive flesh inside her that made her moan and shake when pressed.

I paused for only a moment to gather myself and wipe my chin before diving back down between Sydney's legs. Up above my little world of incestuous oral fixation Sydney had her hands in her hair, overwhelmed with sensation but in a state of bliss nonetheless. I began to lick her clit in rhythmic circles, alternating beats and strokes with my fingers inside her. The need to fuck her was incredible but I controlled myself and plowed on until I felt her pussy contract around my fingers and press up into my mouth and tongue. I ate my daughters pussy and drank her juices as she came hard, riding my face and fingers into a several minute long orgasm that left her jelly-legged at the edge of the bed.

Smiling, I got up and turned the tv on. I went downstairs and threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave before hopping up onto the counter and furiously jacking off. Even with just my hand I certainly didn't last long, and cleaning up the mess I made took longer than I would've liked. When I got back up to the bedroom, Sydney had tidied up, washed her face and set up the movie.

"Popcorn! Thanks Daddy!"

Sydney ran over to me and gave me a hugging kiss, knocking me into the wall as she wrapped herself around me. Smiling, I hugged her back before we both got back on the bed, cuddling and chatting about this and that.

The next day, Sydney stirred and pressed her plump breasts into my side. Her blonde hair was braided into tight French braids that splayed out behind her. She had nothing on but a tiny plain white t shirt and white hip hugging panties. We had stayed up late watching the horror movie so we hadn't played too much more that night. Sydney looked at me and smiled, happy but with a tinge of uncertainty that I detected immediately. I had dreamt of Emma again.

"Morning Squid! Sleep ok?"

"Daddy? I had a dream about Mommy."

Her words sent lances of icy shock through my veins. Emma's dreamlike voice and surreal words about being with Sydney resonating through my mind. Was I still asleep?

"Oh yeah?"

"It was a funny one. I've been having a few where she shows up and says weird stuff."

Her tone was youthful and innocent and laced with uncertainty. Her maturity could be stunning at times, but this moment reminded me how young she truly was. We hadn't directly discussed what we had been doing, dancing around the conversation in which Sydney had propositioned me while testing each other's limits and desire like some sort of ancient and instinctive waltz. Our days were filled with flirtation and exploration, but we were still treating it like something of a game. The look on her face now made everything feel intensely real. The burning in my chest wasn't just a reaction to her sexuality, but a desire to make her my partner.

"What sort of stuff?"

"I don't know... words of encouragement? It's weird. Hard to describe. To be honest, she told me she knew what we were doing, and she wanted me to keep doing it."

Affection filled me and I embraced her in a massive sidearm hug. She stretched her arm out over my groin, resting it knowingly on the pulsating lump of flesh that hid just beneath the covers there and returned the affection with a firm squeeze of her own. I could tell she was holding back from telling me the whole truth of what she'd dreamt.

"That's funny Syd I just had a dream about her myself. She told me she was made for me..."

Syd turned her head to look at me sharply, the sleep fading from behind her eyes just as quickly as I let the words hang between us.

"And I was too."

The words echoed from my dream and I stared at her for what seemed an eternity before I simply started kissing her, spurred on by all the wonder I was feeling in my soul at that moment. She was wearing almost nothing - a white t shirt that was too small for the fullness of her chest and a white hip hugging thong, the tan she'd been working on making her shining skin pop like that of a goddess. She looked like a supermodel mid shoot, or some ancient ideal of morning love as she circled her body around mine. The need to fill her with my semen was overwhelming, elemental. She needed to be made mine.

"Sydney I want you."

"I know Daddy I want you too."

"Come here baby."

"So much Dad, I need you inside me."

I pushed the shirt off her chest, massaging each breast as it fell it's folds, kissing her passionately as she saddled herself onto my hips, straddling the bulge of my crotch between her thighs. I could feel her pussy form around my hardness, soft parting warmth surrounding my unyielding crotch as I pushed it into her instinctively, frustrated when our clothing barred entry. The urge to push into her was so powerful my mind felt like a blank slate. The base of my cock was pushing forward desperately, muscles straining the hardness of my shaft forward, the swollen tip aching to enter her forbidden depths.

The thin fabric that separated us did little to dull the sensation of my heated, engorged cock and her own yearning warmth, waiting to be filled. My body felt electric where it touched hers as I slid my hands down from her chest and back to her ass where I pressed the heat of her vagina into the furnace of my own swollen erection again and again. Sydney whined in little bursts as she rode me, massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples as she pushed herself onto me with lusty bounces.

Something primal that had been lurking for weeks only to now be unleashed on this fateful morning came over me and I launched myself upon her, ravishing and exploring my daughters body with a lust that did not seem to abate no matter where I touched or how I tested. Sydney giggled and moaned as I made love to her with my mouth, showing her how many different places I could make her feel good just by sucking or licking.

At some point we flipped over, and it was not long before my underwear was off and Sydney's thong was gone. I pushed her back into the bed, kissing her fiercely as the tip of my cock dribbled precum into the entrance of her slick and already throbbing pussy. To be this near her, in her sexual and fertile prime was unbearable. All this could be mine. Was mine.

"I want you Daddy."

I could have her in an instant. She wanted me.

"Sydney I know this is ridiculous. Especially because of all this."

I gestured to the tip of my cock poised at the entrance to her body. Sydney giggled and smiled at me, a look of fond admiration on her angelic face.

"Oh Daddy I adore you, you beautiful man. You are so fucking hot. Oh god what is it?"

I wiped a slick of spit off my chin and grinned at her. I had always taught my kids consent was the most important rule of sex. Most everything else was of secondary importance.

"I love you and I want you and I know we're here and that's a whole lot."

The words came from a place of caring and concern deep in my soul for my darling girl. No matter how badly I wanted her I needed to be sure she was ok, that she didn't feel like things were out of her control.

"Syd you need to know any time this is too much for you, you let me know and I'll be on your side. No matter what. Do you want this? Do you want me baby?"

Sydney Tracer looked at me, Robert Tracer, with tears of love and joy in her eyes and nodded yes.

"Of course Daddy. I love you so much."

She stretched her legs and wrapped them around my torso, bringing the tip of my erection into the soft wet yielding flesh of her pussy.

"I think Mommy said it best. I was made for you Daddy. Please don't make me wait any longer. I want you."

And then, kissing her gently but purposefully, I guided the tip of my blade into the welcoming warmth of my daughter's sheath. The sensation was indescribable, like being reborn, joined in an act of holy coital union. Immediately the urge to kick into overdrive, to fill her with my seed almost overpowered me. This was where my cock, my cum, where I belonged. I stayed slow and gentle, watching Sydney's face as I slid my girth deep inside her.

The sensation of our joined bodies was unlike anything I've ever experienced in my long years. Fingering her had been sweet, but this was what I wanted from life from now on. We savored that sensation for what could have been seconds or hours, so lost were we in that shared moment, gazing into each other's eyes as I plunged myself deeper and deeper into her pussy.

Together, we gazed in stunned fascination at the place where she and I were joined in coitus. It felt like every muscle in my body was yearning to stretch my penis forward and into her, my testicles retracted to the base of my shaft and ready to fill her with my cum. I slowly pushed further and further in until our pubic mounds were touching, and the muscles at the base of my shaft were spreading her slit wide around my girth. Holding this position was strenuous, but the feeling of her completely surrounding me was indescribably correct. Every movement felt like an invitation to fill her with more of myself.

"Oh my God Dad it just keeps going. Holy fuck any more and I'm gonna lose it."

I felt a quiver ripple through Sydney and through my cock into my own body. The urge to pull the trigger came suddenly and powerfully but I suppressed it masterfully. I needed to make love to my baby. I needed to give her the best fuck she had ever experienced. I wanted her to remember the first time she had truly made love. Sydney put her hand up onto my chest, and took a deep, steadying breath, she was shaking and the lips of her vagina were locked around the muscled base of my shaft like a vice. The strength of that grip was prodigious and felt fantastic.

"Everything Ok Syd? I'm not hurting you am I?"

"Not in the slightest Daddy. You just made me come so hard and deep though give me a second I need to breathe."

Her words, and the fact she called me Daddy while I was balls deep inside her sent sparks of shivery joy down my neck and spine. I felt like I was participating in some ancient ritual to bond her to me.

"Good. That's all I ever want, to make my baby feel good."

She was still quivering, and I waited until she relaxed, savoring every twitch and blissful moment deep inside her before cautiously beginning to push in and then out in small movements that made her moan and shudder powerfully with each stroke. I slowed down and again made sure she was alright, this time checking her nipples with little investigative tweaks of my fingers. I felt a curious sense of overwhelming lust paired with a father's natural concern.

Sydney moaned and bucked her hips, clearly wanting more. Her eyes started rolling as I began to fuck her with quick probing thrusts of my cock. The feeling of her slick wet pussy engulfing me sent adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could barely believe what I was doing. Sydney seemed to be of the same mind, holding onto her nipples as we fucked. Catching her breath as she broke away from my kisses, she looked up at me, her face flushed.

"Oh fuck, Daddy you're so, so deep inside me."

I experienced a flash of distraction as I realized the bedroom windows were wide open. I kept fucking her though and she kept moaning, her pleasure evident as the hardness of my cock continued to plow into her slick young flesh with unrelenting rhythm and intensity.

"Oh DAD, babe don't stop, oh fuck, holy shit."

She shuddered again, her pussy contracting powerfully around my girth.

"Jeeze Syd was that another?"

Sydney nodded, biting her lip as her expression was contorted by the intensity of her orgasm.

"Still going too, every one of your thrusts is like another little explosion of pleasure."

Her words came out in jolts as each push of my cock shook her entire being. We were both totally naked in my bed, our bodies joined at the groin, her body cradled in mine as we made love. She was the image of beauty, a young blonde, busty and athletic, with a stunning face and knockout legs. Knowing I could do whatever I wanted to get made my head spin.

I strained to suppress the building pressure in my groin as the truth that Sydney was truly and completely mine overwhelmed me. There was no going back from this now, no matter what. We were making love in missionary, but it was by far the most intense sexual experience I had ever had up to that point, which was truly saying something.

"Syd I don't know how much longer I can hold on baby."

She smiled at me, her eyes lolling in her head as she shivered again.

"Oh I've been in heaven for a while Daddy it's your turn to cum now!"

I could feel her climax building, a true crescendo of erotic energy beginning to flow between our two joined sex organs. It felt like our souls were touching and the pure radiating joy threatened to set me loose.

"Syd I know you've got the pill but I want to be sure, is it ok?"

She locked eyes with me. Her serious expression was gripped by the throes of intense passion.

"Do it Daddy. Do it. I want to feel you fill me up. I wanna come with you Daddy I - oh my god..."

I burst, filling my angel of lust up with the heat of my seed for the first time. Sydney made a choking half scream and I moaned with relief as we came together, our hips bucking and the sensitive skin of our privates grinding together. Sydney wrapped her arms and legs around my back and dug in with her nails as all sense left her but the need to hold on and kiss my mouth obsessively as I fucked my cum deep into her beautiful young body.

I gripped the mattress with all my might and felt a profound sense of connection as I felt Sydney's vaginal wall rhythmically massage the cum out of my spent cock with the fading waves of her orgasm. The shock of what I had just done hit me almost as hard as my orgasm had.



"Jesus Sydney are you ok?"

She had released me and was laying limp on the bed, her face gripped by a paroxysm of ecstasy. Slowly, she got up and kissed me, gently wrapping her arms around my neck, pushing her plump breasts into my chest. She broke from the kiss and looked me in the eye.

"Daddy I don't think I've ever felt better."

"Are you sure? It's been a while for me so I'm sorry if I was rough. Please tell me if I ever am baby."

She winked at me and gave a precocious giggle.

"I will!"

She kissed me and stroked my cock, slowly rousing it back to life as she took one of my hands and placed it on her breast.

"If anything next time I want you to fuck me harder."

I laughed and arched an eyebrow, now massaging her chest with small circular movements that made her gasp softly each time I ran my thumbs over her nipples.

"What makes you think there'll be a next time? Were you hoping to get a little more from your old man?"

Our fingers flew as we began to touch each other more and more, her hand began to stroke the thickening erection that grew between my legs as I sucked on her nipples and slipped my fingers into her. I couldn't believe how uncontrollably horny I was as Sydney kissed me and we explored each other's bodies. I had only just blown a load and my cock still hungered for it's place inside my daughter's body.

"Fuck Dad. Oh my god yes. Please. Please let there be a next time. All I want is your cock Daddy. Please!"

She was begging as I fucked her with my fingers, making her break off our kisses and slide down my chest until her lips wrapped around the girth of my cock.

"Anything for my baby girl."

I let her suck me off for several minutes. I had to admit she was unbelievably good at it, almost bringing me to climax several times before she clamped her fingers around the base of my shaft with a vice-like grip. The second time she did this I almost howled in disappointed anguish.

"Oh god Sydney why baby?"

She looked up at me with a roguish grin I knew so well.

"All that belongs inside my pussy Daddy, don't you get ahead of yourself now!"

Unable to restrain myself, I lifted her off me, relying on her light weight and my prodigious upper body strength to flip her around on top of me. Then, in one smooth motion I entered her, causing her to gasp happily. She was straddling me in cowgirl, curling her little toes as she let her slight body weight sink onto me, wrapping her slender legs around mine and immersing my resurrected cock into the depths of her wet endless lust.

I took hold of the plump orbs of her breasts, two perfect little circular mounds that almost seemed outsized on her small frame, any other thought pushed out of mind as I plunged into her with a series of thrusts, fully focused on the need to claim her, to make her mine. It had been a very long time since I had felt this happy.

Little slips here and there were joyous reminders of how new all this was for us. She apologized at first, but I quickly let her know it was ok. We had the future ahead of us to perfect our technique, I wanted her to focus on feeling good. This made her blush and laugh, Sydney's voluptuous little frame rocking back and forth on top of the tough lattice of my thrusting muscles. Her gently tanned, willowy legs gripped my thighs as I jackhammered my love into her, my broad hands cupping and massaging her breasts as her fingers raced through her hair and across my burning skin as we whispered sweet nothings.

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too darling."

"Oh god you're so deep inside me fuck."

"You're all mine baby."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Sydney ground herself into my cock with unbridled desperation, her body convulsing through another shuddering orgasm and the sticky wet flesh of her pussy tightening around the bulging veins that throbbed in my shaft. The sight of her beautiful young body was almost as intoxicatingly erotic as the singularly unbelievable feeling of her, from the tight slickness of her cunt, the questing kisses she laid on my lips and neck, the brush of her hair across my chest, the feeling of her soft skin on mine, the raw smell of her desire and our shared sex.

Despite a lifetime of discipline and self control I succumbed to the indescribably powerful need to fill her with my seed. It was a subconscious, protean urge. All it took was a single shared glance between us for me to know that she was possessed of the same need. Sydney had been moaning and I had been groaning our shared pleasure but her moans were now becoming breathy gasps as her overloaded body struggled for breath amid her contorting orgasms and my powerful thrusts.

"Fuck oh fuck, Daddy I need your cum, please cum with me!!"

I felt a jolt ripple through me, from the base of my shaft to the tips of my fingers and toes. I felt my cock twitch deep inside her, or was that the walls of her pussy contorting around me? All thought left my mind as a powerful orgasm began to rip through my cock, blasting my semen into her in continuous thick bursts. I poured myself into her without a second thought.

I had my hands on the space in between Sydney's wide hips and her thin waist, Sydney's hands were pushing her breasts together as she bounced on my lap, her head rolling back as she surged with the joint passion of our combined orgasms. I groaned and leaned back in the bed, my cock still streaming cum into my baby girl's overstimulated pussy.

Despite the release of finally being with each other, and the relaxation of postcoital bliss, I could sense that the fierce sexual tension that had been growing between us for the past couple months had only intensified. We had tested each other's boundaries and stepped into new territory together. We had taken our relationship to a whole other level and found, to our shared delight that we were excellent at what we liked to do best.

After that first blissful day I tried to exercise some restraint, clinging to some faint foolish hope that our dynamic wouldn't change drastically. I was sure that if it did, it would be for the worse, leaving me with yet another estranged child. Surprisingly, I felt very little guilt about what we had done, and were continuing to do every spare moment of the day.

Needless to say, Sydney would not let things change for the worse if she had the choice, and while we still have moments where I feel compelled to say things only a father could, we very quickly fell into the habit of thinking of each other as partners. It wasn't long before we realized that our libidos were very similar in that they were seemingly inexhaustible and to this day I never have felt like I had to approach her with caution when sex was involved.

In fact, it didn't take long for Sydney to "jump" me when I was least expecting it, fucking me with an intensity and frenzied pace that prevented me from controlling myself or even considering to say no. She would jump into my lap after sunning herself by pool, ask to be fucked even when I was rushing off to work in a hurry, or slink up under my desk to suck me off mid-video conference.

It was my own little slice of heaven, to arrive home from work to a clean house and the smell of a well cooked meal waiting for me alongside my indescribably horny and irresistibly gorgeous daughter, whose virtue and nubile body were to do with as I liked.

At the end of that first glorious week the both of us were fully exhausted from all the fucking we had done atop the busy lives we already led. Everything was just how I wanted it. My life felt perfect in that moment.

With Sydney by my side, it always will be.