Nothing is Simple (notworthmentioning69)

[Neysha]

"Well I'm leaving and you can just stuff it," Alison Aubrey stated, as she slung a backpack over her shoulder and gave her girlfriend a final annoyed look, before she headed out the front door. "And I really don't care which you do!" she then added with emphasis before taking a final glance at Nichole and closing the door behind her.

Nichole Hawkins just sat in her chair, wide eyed and not quite sure what had just transpired, or at the very least, how it came to pass. Finally, after watching Alison slide into the drivers seat of her car and simply drive off, the humbling humiliation washed over her as she glanced around the coffeeshop where their argument boiled over and their long lasting relationship had simply unraveled. There weren't many people here, but those that were, she could feel their eyes on her. Like daggers.

Not wanting to endure their stares, whether imaginary or not, Nichole rose up from her seat, not bothering to finish her coffee as she headed out to her car. But she wasn't going to chase the one girl she had ever been in a serious relationship with. For the past few weeks she had been living half between Alisons families house and her Dads place as they saved up to strike it out on their own, but with the sudden fallout she just wouldn't feel comfortable at the Aubrey residence.

So, still managing to hold back the tears, she headed to her Dads.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

John Hawkins pulled his pick up truck in the driveway of his home. He had had a long meeting with his publisher and his newest collection of articles was finally going into print as a book. The check was deposited in his account and he had great plans about doing absolutely nothing for a few weeks.

He hopped out of the truck. He stood around 5'9, with short brown hair, it was trimmed very close to the head on the sides and had done so since he had first spotted the peppered greys in there. He was fit for his 42 years, and continued to run every day. He was wearing loose slacks and a collared shirt.

He entered the house and walked down the hall and past what had been the guest room, and what he now thought of as "Their" room. He was proud of himself for the way he had accepted his daughter's lifestyle and he seemed to get along with her girl friend Alison. He knew they were trying to save for an apartment, and now with the book check. He'd offer to cover their security and first month.

He went into his room and changed into a loose pair of shorts and a tshirt, then went to the kitchen to find something to eat. He looked up when he heard the car door shut in the driveway and wondered who would even be here?

 

[Neysha]

Nichole swung the door shut to her car, still shaking her head as she wondered what she was going to tell her Dad about what just happened. She had to tell him, but she seriously didn't want to sound dramatic or worse, childlike, ranting to her father of all people about how terrible a turn her romantic love life had taken. It seemed almost pathetic.

Having been understandably preoccupied, she didn't give much thought until now about what to tell her father. She was thankful enough that they had a close relationship, and that he was understanding of her sexuality and up until now, rather strong relationship with her own sweetheart Alison.

So hopefully, whatever she did manage to say, it would settle well with him in the sympathy department. As she unlocked the front door and stepped in though, she just hoped he wasn't too dismayed or disappointed by her own best laid plans for her future having come crashing down it seemed, or that she sounded too woeful when she explained the situation to him.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

He walked out of the kitchen into the living room and watched as Nicole walked through the front door and closed it behind her.

She was wearing a crocheted black shawl over a microfiber purple long sleeved shirt that seemed to ride up a bit to show some of her midriff, with black leggings and a blue, knee length faux denim skirt that seemed to hug her petite young form. Her red and white converse sneakers he had gotten her for her birthday completed the ensemble.

Her insanely bright red hair fell a little past her shoulders, and it struck him odd that her hair was a brighter red than her shoes. She had soft light brown eyes and a soft, round face. Yet for some reason it made her neck look long. She had a petite build, and only stood at 5'2.

She had a displeased look on her face and he wiped his damp hands from cooking on his shirt leaving splotches on the fabric.

"What's wrong Nicole?"

 

[Neysha]

She frowned, knowing this wasn't going to be easy but realizing it was going to be much, much harder now that she faced the question so immediately. "Alison and I got in a fight," Nichole said, trying to keep it short, but realizing she wouldn't get off that easy. "Over something stupid," she added, walking through the kitchen, her hazel green eyes darting about, as if looking for an escape from this particular discussion. "It's really nothing," she then added, averting her eyes from his searching looks, not wanting to have to confront this.

With that said, she tried to beeline past him, not wanting to go into details, even though that was the only way that she could properly explain why this argument wasn't as minor as the ones they previously had engaged in.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

He reached out as she tried to dart past him. His solid arm wrapped around her low waist and he pulled her into a hug. His arms wrapped around her petite body and he could feel her struggle. She didn't want to talk but he had the feeling she needed to talk. So he held her there.

"Whatever it is," he tried to sound reassuring, "it'll be ok."

He turned her in his arms so she could rest her head on his chest as he smoothed back her bright red hair. "And even if things are bad. It could be worse."

He leaned his head down and kissed the top of her head. "You still got me."

 

[Neysha]

She didn't resist him of course, especially since she was getting older, she was thinking him more of a friend she could confide in as opposed to just a Dad that one would tend to keep secrets from. Plus their relationship had always been, at the very least, very strong.

As he took her in, reassuring her, even caressing her hair in that same affectionate way she knew so well, she rested her head against his chest, briefly nuzzling his chest with her nose before turning aside and resting against it, her slim arms wrapping around his waist. "Thanks Dad," she said, her voice faltering a bit as he kissed her forehead.

But even as comforting as he was, telling him now would be even more awkward. "It's not serious... it really isn't Dad. It's just with college and moving out and being on our own, it's tough you know. Just explaining to our potential landlords about how we're a couple, sometimes it's so embarrassing and..." she said, taking in a sharp breath. "And there's butterflies too, she doesn't want to really move out sometimes I think. Her Mom and her are so close and all," she started to ramble, letting her feelings flow over her and seemingly letting all of her problems suddenly flow outward, like telling her Dad this was a form of therapy.

"...And she might have to commute farther, and we've never done any of this stuff before and we have to decide what to bring and what not to bring and we're just constantly clashing over all of this but it was always... we were always so cool about it. We never got into an argument about it now. And what I said was so stupid. It wasn't even about money but that was what we were talking about," she started to say, speaking more rapidly the more she started to run on and ramble. "And she was talking about how she swears people are judging us because they think we're lesbians and we don't say it and I was like, it doesn't matter. And then I just said I have straight fantasies too so we're not really that different and it just set her off and-," Nichole suddenly said, lifting her head from his chest as she realized she said something she didn't want to tell him.

She enjoyed telling her Dad all about her life, except when it came to... icky gross stuff like sexuality.

"I really shouldn't put this on you though. It's not really your problem you know," she then said, taking a step back from him, breaking their little embrace in the middle of the kitchen. "It's just, she said we should take a break from each other," she then said, quickly trying to change the subject. "And I've never been apart from her for more then like a week since we became serious, and it was Hell on both of us when we were apart. I swear I just wanna mope around but I don't want to you know?" she asked, before wondering if he actually knew what she was talking about.

"But yeah... no..." she then said, shaking her head. "I don't want to bother you with like... my drama okay? It's fine. I'll... I'll be totally fine," she then added, trying to wave it off, her face tightening as she tried to contain her emotions.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

He wrapped his arms around her tighter and gave her a reassuring squeeze. It was always awkward for him. She had grown up such a ton-boy, and that was his fault, raising her alone after her mother had left. She had always put up such a brave face that when the emotions did peek through, he felt lost.

Even though his 5'8 frame basically towered over her 5'2 petite build, he felt so small when she was hurting.

"Number one," he said quietly, "you can stay here as long as you want. You don't ever...EVER...have to worry about that. I love having you here."

"Number two, sometimes a break is just a break, and things get better. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all. But if it doesn't work out. You'll survive Nicole. And your not alone, you have me."

He did his best to avoid the subject of her straight fantasies and simply kept her in his arms, slowly swaying back and forth, wishing he could make the world better and perfect for his daughter.

 

[Neysha]

"Thanks Dad," she said, simply enjoying how easily he could simply... diffuse everything, even something that seemed so tragic like this hopefully temporary breakup she had with Alison. She buried her face into his chest, nuzzling it a bit, while also trying to smudge away the wetness rimming around her eyes, not wanting him to see her cry. "Thank you."

After they embraced, with her swaying in his arms for a moment, just like he had done before, though far less as the years went on. Truth was, in a moment like this, she missed these tender moments.

"Maybe I'll take it easy tonight Dad," she said, looking up at him with a frown, before slowly forcing it to become a smile. Not much of one, but a smile nonetheless. "I can like... hit the hay after dinner," she said, inhaling sharply. "Smells good by the way," she said, stepping away from him.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

"You do whatever you want sweetie. I'm probably either gonna watch a movie or read." He watched as she sauntered off down the hall. There was a pep in her step, a sway to her hips, a renewed confidence. Or was he just imagining it?

He went back in the kitchen and was suddenly happy he had started making parmesan chicken, her favorite (or at least so she claimed). He put some noodles on the boil and took out some cheese and cream from the fridge and made alfredo sauce from scratch. He also whipped up some garlic bread.

He decided to open a bottle of wine. He should have opened a white, but he was in the mood for a Merlot, damn the meal. So he poured two glasses and set the table after making the plates.

He walked down the hall and stopped outside her room. It wasn't the largest house. One story, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths. He had the master, she had a bedroom and the other was converted to his office where he worked from home.

He listened for a moment but wasn't quite sure what he was hearing, then he knocked. "Nicole. Dinner's ready sweetie."

 

[Neysha]

It took a moment, but Nichole finally opened the door up and stepped out. Besides ditching the crocheted cover and the skirt, she was still fully dressed though now her clothes, the tight long sleeve tee shirt and the legging, seemed to really cling to her body, the dark clothes contrasting well with the lit interior of the home as she hugged him, rather spontaneously, all over again. "Thanks Dad," she said, though what for, she seemed to of left unexplained.

Though the scent of chicken Parmesan was in the air.

She headed down for dinner and immediately smiled, noticing the red wine had been tabled as well. "Oh wow..." she said, blushing a bit. "How romantic," she then added, pouring herself a glass soonafter sitting down, and then courteously following etiquette by offering her father the bottle. "So....," she then said, taking a sip of the wine. "How goes your next great American novel Dad?" she asked, during her best to avoid the subject of so much distress for her earlier.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

He couldn't help but notice how the clothes she wore seemed a second skin on her 21 year old body. It just pointed out how gorgeous his petite former ton-boy had become. He shook his head and tried not to stare but was afraid she'd caught him.

"Eh, just editing problems, that kind of thing." He shrugged and dug into the meal.

When he was reaching for a second piece of garlic bread he looked under her bangs into her soft eyes. "I know you probably don't want to take about...what we talked about earlier. But," he hesitated and took a sip of wine to buy time to figure out his phrasing. "As your father, your Dad, me, your Dad," He took another obviously flustered sip of wine. "You said something about "straight fantasy's" and uh, I uh, think we should probably talk about that. Maybe you have questions, and I can help clear up some uh... confusion?"

 

[Neysha]

Nichole just paused for a moment and then forced a half smile to rise to her face as she took a not so light swig of red wine from her glass, emptying it as she tipped the base of the glass to the ceiling, making sure she got every drop, and unintentionally giving her father a full silhouetted look of her well developed chest before putting the glass down.

Then, shaking her head one final time, she glanced at him. "If you really wanna know Dad," she said, talking to him in a far more casual and unguarded voice now since she rarely discussed sex issues with him, finding it all too weird and somewhat surprised that he even asked. Though now she didn't find it as weird, whether it was due to her emotional distress or the alcohol or a combination of both and other factors.

Regardless, she started to explain. "I don't know how to start Dad. It just sorta came up... Alison was saying... you know, about how hard.. or like... embarrassing it is that we are like hiding the fact we're lesbians to see if we can get good room rates and I just said that I had fantasies about men sometimes. Not even like dreams... but I guess that was even worse," she said, pouring herself another glass of wine.

She took a deep breath, realizing and wanting to get her thoughts together instead of more rapid fire babbling as she was prone to do sometimes. "And it's not even like... I don't know... real bad fantasies you know. Alison... I love her so much and I tried to tell her that. It's just... with this guy... well I mean... not a guy... just I imagine a guy with me sometimes. Holding me..." she said, her face suddenly warming up as she mimicked the action she was saying, holding herself in her own arms in a sort of self hug. "... his big arms around me and nuzzling me and like..." she started to say, rolling her eyes at how cheesy she was feeling right now. "You know... just being a masculine... manly protector you know. And then it gets me all hot... but there's not even any sex... just raw..." she said closing her eyes. "....intimacy."

Her eyes then flashed open, as she realized she was literally fantasizing about it all over again, right in front of her Dad.

She took another drink of wine.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

He sat there giving his rapt attention to his daughter as she spoke about her, "fantasy" didn't seem the right word but it was all he had. He took the bottle of Merlot and reached across the table and refilled Nicole's glass and topped up his own.

He sat down the empty bottle down before picking up the cork and twirling it around in his fingers. He glanced up and met her hazel/green eyes. What did he find in there? What was she thinking? What should he say?

He reached across and lay his hand on hers, sliding his thumb under her palm. He gave her hand a squeeze. He didn't know what to say, but hopefully this was reassuring. How could he let her know he'd be there for her? How could he let her know that he'd do everything he could to keep her safe? He'd do everything in his power that he could for her?

Her eyes were meeting his, what did she see in his eyes?

He picked up his wine glass with his free hand and squeezed her hand. "We're gonna have a toast." He waited for her to pick up her glass and he met her hazel/green eyes. "To everything being alright."

 

[Neysha]

She smiled, lifting her wine glass up and thanking the powers that be silently for not making his response anymore awkward then it could've been, considering what she had rambled about. "Toast!" she said with a big smile, before they both downed the red wine and Nichole went back to finishing the fine dinner before her.

It wasn't until she was almost done with her food that she figured, combined with everything else, maybe the extra dosage of wine was putting her over the edge, as towards the end of the meal her conversing ability seemed to taper off and a general drowsiness came over her.

She wasn't drunk, or close to it, but was definitely feeling a buzz and all of the food in her tummy wasn't helping stave off the alcohol fueled lethargy. Or her balance as she slowly rose from the table, her hands helping push her up to her feet as anyone could easily notice, she was on slightly unsteady legs.

"I... rrreeally think I should go to bed," she said with a smirk, as she took one deliberately slow step back, followed by another, remaining perfectly balanced except for the fact that it was obvious she was calculated every step she took so she wouldn't so much as sway peculiarly and thus, sending off the very signal she was trying to hide with her caution.

She hiccuped, but only once, causing the scene to take on a somewhat comical aspect, before she waved off her Dads increasingly skeptical look at her. "I'm fine. Just a little too much wine. I bid you adieu and good night... or something," she said, before trying to beat a hasty retreat from the dining room, to save both of them from the awkwardness of him having to escort her to her bedroom of all things.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

He watched as Nicole took a couple of measured steps back from the table. He smiled as she wavered back and forth without even noticing she was doing it. She started to head for the door to the living room. He couldn't help but watch her hips seem to sway even more now that she was tipsy. It was obvious she wasn't drunk, but she wasn't completely sober. She was in that mode where she was cognizant of the fact the she had drank, but was being overly cautious to show her sobriety.

He stood up and met her at the door and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She looked up and for a moment he seemed to fall into her eyes. He gave her shoulder a squeeze pulling her tight to his side.

He smiled, "I think I drank a little too much and I could use a shoulder." He leaned down and kissed her upturned forehead.

He walked with her through the door and through the living room and down the hall. He could feel her slightly sway and he felt her brushing against him as they walked. He couldn't help but think to himself, she did have a nice sway to her hips.

He stopped at her door and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug and smiled down to her. He could feel her petite body in her tight outfit pressed to him as he squeezed her shoulders. "Thanks for walking me down the hall Nicole."

He reached up and brushed her hair back behind her ear. He then leaned in and lightly kissed her cheek. Her hair smelled wonderful. He couldn't help but smile, and was a little shocked at how much he enjoyed the closeness.

 

[Neysha]

A half smile curled up the side of her face, as she still clung to him. Moments earlier she was trying to scamper away, now for some reason, she wanted him to continue escorting him all the way inside of her bedroom. "Mmmm will you tuck me in Dad?" she suddenly asked, almost randomly. "Like the old days..." she added, as her free hand slid over her own stomach, as if she was sensing a different sort of emptiness in her. She wanted the closeness that she used to get from Alison.

And the only person she could ever trust that much besides her was her Dad.

As he assisted her to the bed, she reached out and finally reached for the edge of the bed, and then rolled out into the middle of the mattress, flat on her back and looked up at him standing over her. Almost immediately a genuine smile crossed her face, as she remembered the sweet days when she was younger and he'd tuck her in.

Her hand reached out to his, and briefly, she squeezed his fingers as she slipped her feet below the sheets, allowing him the ability to pull the bedsheets over her body and perhaps not realizing just how enticingly coy she looked, sprawled out across the bed in her tight fitting top and leggings. "Thank you for always being here for me Dad..." she said softly, her own mind swirling with mixed emotions as she looked up at him with a mix of adoration and affection.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

He felt her squeeze his hand and he smiled, and he bent over her bed and kissed her cheek again, marveled at how smooth her skin felt under his lips. He brushed his fingers through her bright red hair and his finger tips traced along the line of her neck.

He smiled and cupped her cheek in his palm and gently massaged her neck. Then slowly, hesitatly he drew his hand back and looked down to her and her petite frame laying across the bed.

"I'll always be here for you Nicole...for anything."

He took a step back and turned toward the door and glanced back smiling. "Now you get changed into your sleep clothes and i'll come back and tuck my little girl in for the night."

He couldn't help but smile, and shut the door behind him and leaned against it, shocked as he realized that he was sporting a semi hard on in his shorts...

 

[Neysha]

She laid there for a moment, thinking it but not quite... accepting where her thoughts were taking her. The fantasy was forefront in her mind now, just as her Father was being so close to her. It was a connection that was almost impossible to ignore, but she managed to do so as she finally willed enough strength to roll off the bed, strip off her day clothes and then pull on a pair of short cotton sleep shorts and a plain white, tight fitting cami without a bra to cover her top, and support her breasts as she slept.

Then, she slid back into the bed, underneath the cool sheets, and then... actively ignoring the obvious connection between her fantasy feelings and those for her Dad at this moment, called him back in, while sitting up in bed, perhaps not realizing that as her breasts pressed outward against her cami, the faintest outlines of her breast and bright pink areolas could be seen through the fabric.

It wasn't intentionally, after all she never expected to wear her bed clothes in his presence, at least in this close proximity.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

He moved down the hall and went into his room. It wasn't that dark, but it was early enough to change. He changed into a loose pair of boxers and pulled on his loose flannel robe, tying the chord around his waist.

He went back down the hall and waited, slowly pacing back and forth in front of her door. He heard her call for him and he opened the door. His jaw dropped as he saw her sitting there, her lap covered with her sheet and quilt. His eyes locked on her perky chest hidden under the thin white camisole. He was amazed and wondered that he even noticed that he could make out the outline of her nipples. "Are they pink?"

He walked over and sat on the edge of her bed and reached over, brushing his hand up and down her back. He met her eyes and couldn't help but fall into them. Then, without thinking he half whispered, "Scooch over."

He kicked his legs up and slid them under her sheets. He sat against her side and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and slowly eased back. He rested his shoulders against her head board and pulled her head into the nook of his shoulder. He traced a hand up and down her arm and with the other he reached across him and took one of her hands in his giving it a squeeze.

He couldn't help but think about her "fantasy" and again, he felt the heat of her body at his side. His cock twitched in his boxers, and he couldn't stop from squeezing her tighter to him.

 

[Neysha]

She allowed him into her bed. Something she never even thought or yes, even fantasized doing. And even more peculiar, especially in her mind, she did it without a word, or a comment, or even rolling her eyes or a sarcastic grin. When he asked her to scoot, she slid over and allowed her father into her bed.

It wasn't in the back of her mind anymore, she knew what was going on and could almost sense it lurking underneath the surface of it all. She knew her Father wasn't doing this just to be paternal. There was something more, but she didn't even allude to it, she just went with the flow, as if wanting to let the chips fall where they did so to speak.

So she lowered her head as he wrapped his strong, protective arm around her shoulder, and she leaned in against his body, nestling her head against his shoulder, knowing full well this wasn't normal for either of them, or likely for any father and daughter. It wasn't until he squeezed her hand lightly that she finally reacted audibly, and that was with a light, soft, sigh, which almost sounded like moan escaping from her lips.

It was followed a moment later by her reaching over and turning the lights off. "Good night Daddy," she said so sweetly and innocently in the darkness when he could sense her head moving up.

Her hand rested on his chest a second later, as he noticed her body shift. She could almost sense his heart practically pounding silently in his chest, no doubt from the anticipation of what she was about to do.

But she didn't crawl on top of him.

Or start to make out with him or something else equally lewd and taboo.

But she did give him a kiss, without warning, right on the cheek, before returning to her comfortable position under his arm.

It was an innocuous move, but in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't so innocent. This was her fantasy, it was coming to life and her Daddy was allowing it to happen. She had to kiss him, if only for an outlet for all of the pent up energy and yes, even arousal, she was feeling right now from her fantasy almost coming to fruition.

But instead, she fell asleep under his arm, using his chest as her pillow, her fingers mingled with his, her legs brushing up against his. There was no other way to define it, she had fallen asleep next to her Dad in the same bed.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

It was like he was in a dream. He could feel her young body pressed against his side as she snuggled in against him. He felt her perky breasts covered with the cami brush along his side as she raised up in the dark. He could feel her close to his face. He realized that he wanted to turn his head and press his lips to hers. To pull her to him, the extent of his affection to her.

He shuddered as he felt her lips breathily brush his cheek in the softest of kisses before she settled back into the crook of his shoulder. Softly her breath slowed and he felt her head shift slightly to his chest, her legs brushed against his and her could feel her perky breasts press into his side through the cami and his robe.

He slowly massaged his free hand up and down her back, the smooth arch of her form under his palm. He then slid his hand up and brushed back the hair from her face to be behind her ear. He watched the smooth skin of her creamy cheek and her soft jaw, her lips slightly parted, as she slept.

What kind of father was he? His daughter had an emotional fight with her girlfriend, whom she loved, and now, he couldn't get thoughts of pleasuring her young body from his mind...

He felt the knot on his robe loosen and he shut his eyes, disturbed, and strangely unbothered at the feeling of his daughter pressed to his side, and he drifted off to sleep.

It was a restless sleep. His dreams filled with the image of his hard cock pumping into his daughter's hot body as she looked up at him, eyes filled with love...

His eyes snapped open and he could see her alarm clock next to the bed reading 2:13 AM, and somehow he knew everything was different...

 

[Neysha]

She had woken up fifteen or twenty minutes earlier, and realized she considered just continue to dance around the obvious issue of what was happening. She could feel it now, as they slept his body was pressed up against hers, spooning her, his arm wrapped around her slim hips, hooked over her tummy, his hand resting on her stomach as his body was pressed over her smaller form. Even though she was shorter, she could feel his face nuzzling against the top of her head absently, but what truly woke her up was something else entirely.

His robe knot had unfastened, and his boxers did little to hide the uncurled cock that that was literally pressing against the thin cotton fabric of his shorts. She could feel the length of his curved cock pressed up against the back of her upper leg. Even more noticable, was the literal heat of his shaft, as well as its firmness, pressing against her skin. The warmth. The heat. The hardness.

Of her fathers manhood, pressed up against her leg.

Ever since she had come home hours ago, they had danced around the issue and now her confessed fantasy was upon her.

A strong, protective and masculine figure had trapped her in his arms. He had practically seduced her in his sleep, so to speak. His obvious physical attraction to her was undeniable. It had brought him to her bed. Brought them both this close to fulfilling her almost subconscious urge to fulfill her fantasy, in the most taboo way possible. Then again, her relationship with Alison was considered taboo generations before.

That is how she rationalized what she was about to do.

She turned her slim body over, practically facing him now, her face inches away from his now, as she could feel his hot breath on her skin, his arm still wrapped loosely over her waist, holding her, trapping her close to him. Her left hand snaked down to the open flap of his boxers. Her right hand, wedged between her body and the bed, then started to gently grace across his face, as she tried to take a mental picture of his sleeping face, before her left hands fingers graced and touched his cock for the first time.

At 2:13 AM though, her fingertips grazed across his ultra sensitive glans, as suddenly he awoke, but before becoming aware of what was happening, he rolled onto his back and half sleepily glanced at the clock as Nichole, not giving up, simply leaned up and over him, waiting for him to turn back as her left hand suddenly wrapped her warm fingers around the upper half of his shaft.

"Daddy.... Daddy..." she practically cooed in a hushed whisper.

He realized what was happening, how everything had suddenly changed, but as he turned back to his daughter, wanting to say something no doubt, her lips emerged from the darkness and intercepted his.

There was no mistake to her intent now as she drew his lips open with hers, using every sapphic trick she did with Alison in drawing his mouth open, and slipping her tongue into his, the tip of her tongue gracing across his tongue, as she started stroking his manhood at the same time. No mistake, she was trying to seduce her father... or more accurately, meet him halfway in their mutual desires.

 

[notworthmentioning69]

The world was exploding around him. He found himself simultaneously in Hell and Heaven. He felt his hard cock wrapped in the soft hand. His precum oozing and covering her fingers and palm making his shaft slick. He felt her body pressed tight to his side, the feeling of her under her cotton shorts and cami. He felt her lips meet his and her tongue quickly find it's way between his lips to play over his tongue.

Oh god, what was he doing? This was his Nichole, his daughter. What was he doing?

His arms wrapped around her body pulling her tight against him. His tongue met hers and he deepened the kiss as he slid his tongue into her mouth moaning at the flavor of his daughter's lips. He felt her perky B cups pressed tight to his chest as his hands roamed her back. He found himself sucking on her lower lip as his hands reached down and squeezed her firm ass between his fingers grinding her hip against his throbbing hard on.

It was his daughter. His Nichole...

He was going to Hell, and he couldn't stop himself...nor, he found shockingly, did he want to.

He hooked his fingers in the elastic of her cotton shorts and started to ease them over her thighs. He broke the kiss for a moment, then their eyes met in the pale light that drifted through the window. Both panting for breath.

He then pulled her tighter into his arms and kissed her as no father should kiss a daughter.

 

[Neysha]

As their tongues mingled, she uttered a soft, almost involuntary moan into his lips, as she tried directing the kiss, comparing it with her softer, and more skilled kisses she shared with Alison. He was more forward with his kisses, but she didn't mind, enjoying how they contrasted in the embrace.

Despite her aversion to men romantically, she found herself falling eagerly into his embrace, as if as soon as the incest barrier between them was separated, she dived headlong into her advances upon her father, but sensing the reluctance in him in the way he moved and embraced her hesistantly.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, her hazel eyes peered into his through the darkness. "You deserve this Daddy," she practically purred, removing her hand from his cock and instead wrapping her arms around his neck and cradling his head in the back of her head, rolling on top of him as he pulled off her shorts.