Wayward Daughter Returns
Brad was sitting at his desk when he heard his daughter come in the front door. He turned away from his computer to face the door, leaning back in his chair angrily. “Nina!” he called out. He heard her footsteps hesitate in the hallway. “Come here. I need to speak with you.”
She appeared in the doorway. For a moment, he forgot to be angry. It was always like this with her, had been this way since he could remember. She was spoiled, and it was his fault, because he couldn’t stay angry with her. Because he felt such a load of guilt associated with his unnatural desire for her. She was s*******n now, blossoming into an amazing woman, but he had first felt this twinge of lust when she was nine. When her tits first began to show. He’d denied it for awhile, and then pushed it to the back of his thoughts when it became undeniable. Now…
Things were different now.
“Do you know what time it is?” he asked, his anger returning. “It’s after midnight, Nina. What time was your curfew?”
She stepped into the study so she could see the clock. Brad’s eyes swept up and down her body while her head was turned, and his cock swelled involuntarily. She was six inches shorter than him and delicately slender, so even now she felt like a c***d in his arms when he hugged her. Even so, he knew she was a woman by the curve of her hips, the c-cup breasts on her chest, and the fact that he knew her history.
“Uh, Eleven?” she said hesitantly. Brad stared at her legs and licked his lips. She was wearing shorts tonight, the bottom hem ending at a point somewhere above mid-thigh, with open-lace sandals on her long feet. Her pale legs were perfectly formed, even though she was so slender, and he adored looking at them. With her body twisted to see the clock, he was able to see her juicy ass as well. The shirt she wore had spaghetti straps over her pale, rounded shoulders and ended long before it reached her waist leaving a wide swath of her slightly-poochy belly exposed. Her silky red hair was d****d over her shoulders and hung down her back in heavenly cascades. She turned back to face him, and he snapped his eyes back to her face before she could realize what he’d been staring at. Nina wasn’t the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, and he said that even though she was his daughter and he loved her very much. Her nose was a little too large, her jawline a little too angular, and she always wore too much makeup. Eyeliner and eyeshadow were caked on thickly making her eyes dark, and her dark red lipstick was whorish.
His cock throbbed.
“Nina,” he said sternly. “Your mother and I welcomed you back into our home with the conditions that you would obey our rules and set a good example for your little s****r. But the lifestyle you want to live isn’t meshing with the morals of this f****y. Do you understand?”
She lowered her head. “Yes, Sir,” she muttered.
“No,” he said, sitting up. “I don’t think you do. Listen, when you ran away from home last year, it broke our hearts. We thought we’d raised you better than that. We believed you when you told us you were still a virgin and that you would never sneak out at night. I, for one, was very shocked when I learned that not only had you been screwing that boyfriend of yours every morning in MY house, but that you’d been sneaking out after midnight when we put you on restriction for it.”
She looked up angrily at him, as if she thought he had no right to feel that way about her decisions. She clasped her hands behind her back and swung one foot idly, returning her gaze to the floor. Brad’s eyes swept up and down her body again. He swallowed hard.
“Nina, you know I love you. Right?” he asked. His heart was hurting. There was no way she could know just HOW he loved her. Not as a daughter, not entirely.
He hated himself for that.
“I know,” she said softly.
“Don’t you love me?” he asked, hopefully.
She nodded. “Of course I do, Daddy.” She still wouldn’t look up at him.
“Then why would you do this? Why continue to disobey our rules?” He tore his eyes away from her. It was hurting too much. “That day you ran away, just two days after your birthday, do you remember what we told you? The cop said since you were s*******n that the law couldn’t make you come home. But we told you you’d always be welcome. We begged you to come back. You chose to shack up with that boy instead. I warned you he was bad news and I was right. You did the smart thing by leaving him after he hit you, and we stayed true to our promise. When you came to our door wanting to come home we took you in without hesitation. But we gave you rules to follow and so far you haven’t been following them.”
“I know,” she said forlornly. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Just saying you’re sorry isn’t going to cut it this time,” he said sternly. “You have to make a choice, Nina. Choose between the lifestyle you’ve been trying to live, staying out all night and partying, or a life with this f****y. I understand you have needs, Nina. You just have to find another way to satisfy them.”
Just the thought of his little girl laying in bed with her pale legs spread and a hand digging in her young cunt had his cock rock hard in an instant. He leaned over his lap to hide it. “Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
She looked up at him and a tear rolled over her cheek, breaking his heart. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I really am. I promise I won’t stay out so late anymore.”
“That’s not good enough,” he said. “You have to stop seeing all that trash. Those people are too old for you to hang around, and the boys you chase…they’re scum. And you know it.”
“I…I…” she faltered. A sob shook her. She lowered her head as more tears came. “I never wanted to disappoint you, Daddy,” she said, weeping.
Brad softened. He couldn’t stay angry at her in any case, especially not if she were crying. He held his arms out to her, hoping she would come to him. She did, hurrying to close the gap between them. She bent over and hugged him, feeling so nice in his arms. Then she turned her body and slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek to his.
Brad rubbed his daughter’s back and stroked her silky hair. She smelled of cigarettes, and a little of beer. Faintly, he was sure he could smell pot, too. But beneath it all was a scent of jasmines, and her own natural odor. His hand began to tremble on her back. Was that her pussy he smelled? His cock throbbed. She was sitting on it, she had to feel it he realized. She lifted her head to look into his face, a strange mixture of unreadable emotions running over her features.
“I’m really sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”
“I know you didn’t, sweetheart,” he said. He couldn’t resist stroking her cheek with his fingers, brushing past the edge of her lips.
“I’ll be a good girl from now on,” she said, voice dropping to a whisper. “For you.”
He started to say something in response and found that he couldn’t. Was she really saying…?
No. He refused to believe that. And yet…
He leaned closer slowly. She leaned toward him. Their noses touched briefly. She tilted her head to avoid collision. He tilted his head in the opposite direction. Alarms were going off inside him. No! This is wrong! If you do this, your marriage is over! Your relationship with your daughter is over! Jail time!
Her eyes drooped as they came closer and closer together. Her breath was warm on his lips, her mouth parted slightly. She stopped moving. He would have to close the distance by himself. He swallowed hard.
“Nina,” he whispered. “I…can I?”
Her head moved a tiny fraction, almost undetectably. She nodded. He waited another few seconds until the demon inside him took full control. Then he closed the last gap and put his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips pursed around his, accepting the kiss. Their lips tumbled over one another, sucking and rubbing and doing things no father and daughter should ever do in a kiss. She tightened her hold on him, and he on her. Her lips parted. He felt her smaller tongue touch his lips and push through. He groaned and opened his mouth to her, accepted his daughter’s tongue into his mouth. They’d really crossed the line then, and he didn’t care.
For all her supposed experience, she was a mediocre kisser. Brad had always taken pride in his kissing ability so he laid it on her, drawing a moan out of her as his tongue invaded her mouth. She’d been smoking, he could taste it on her tongue, but he didn’t care. He pressed her backward, leaning over her body cradled in his arms as they kissed passionately. How long had he dreamed of this? Too long. And there was no sense holding back now.
He brought his right hand from her back to her tummy and stroked her soft, pliant skin. He moved up, pushing his hand under her shirt. Nina moaned into his mouth, moaned again as his hand closed over her ripe young breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra to his delight. Her young tit was so firm, so pert for its size, and her nipple was very stiff. He cupped the soft globe in his hand, just more than a handful, and caressed her nipple with his thumb.
He took his mouth off hers fearing he was going to cum in his shorts and planted hot kisses on her neck. He pried her shirt up with his arm to expose her breast, but he material fell down again. Nina grabbed her shirt and lifted it, unveiling both her lovely pale breasts for her father. Groaning, Brad transferred his mouth to her nipples, moving from one to the other licking and suckling. Nina moaned a little too loudly then clamped a hand over her mouth. Brad stopped suckling for a moment and kissed her neck again. “Has anyone ever done that to you before?” he asked in a whisper.
She took her hand away. She was panting. “Yeah,” she said. “But not like that. Not so good.” Her eyes opened briefly and stared into his. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Nina,” he responded. “If you want to stop we can. Do you want to stop?”
She hesitated, then slowly shook her head. Brad smiled and lowered his head to her chest again. Her hands clutched his head, holding him to her tits as she groaned softly, stifling her moans. He put a hand on her knee and stroked her thigh. She spread her legs for him.
The world had ceased to exist. In the real world, fathers didn’t do this to their daughters. In the real world, a daughter would never want her father to do this sort of thing to her. In the place Brad and Nina were, they each wanted nothing more at that moment than each other. He couldn’t know if she’d harbored a desire for him and was happy to culminate her fantasy, or if she was just submitting to his will. He didn’t care. He was too far gone to stop unless she begged, and she wasn’t protesting in the least.
He cupped her denim covered crotch with the palm of his hand. Her back arched, then she lifted her hips trying to press herself to his hand. Her crotch was hot. He fumbled with the clasps at her waist for a moment before her trembling hands pushed his away. She eagerly unsnapped the clasp and pulled down her fly. She took her fathers hand and guided it into her pants, pushing his fingers below the elastic band of her pale blue panties. He gazed into her face to see if she was truly ready. Her eyes were glazed with desire, her lovely mouth hanging open as she panted. Her chest was heaving, making her pert tits jiggle a little. Brad eased his hand into her panties slowly.
He touched her pubes first, a patch of fine hairs covering the area between the creases of both legs, untrimmed, natural but not bushy. He stroked lower until he touched the top of her slit. Her mouth opened wider, so did her eyes, staring into his. He circled her young clit with one finger, then delved into her wet slit. Her inner lips were already splayed out in lust, ready for him. He eased one finger into her hole, pushing into her as deep as he could reach with no resistance. Her hole was open and ready, but yet it was still tighter than he expected. Much tighter than his wife’s.
He felt a pang of guilt. He’d never cheated on his wife before. But then again, this was their daughter. Could it really be cheating? He stopped thinking about it as he began to finger fuck her, listening to the wet sounds his finger made sliding in and out of her. She clung to him tightly with her hands, quivering in his arms. He covered her clit with his thumb as he fingerfucked her. Her mouth fell open wider and her eyes filmed over. She’d kicked her shoes off when she came through the door and now he could see her sock-covered toes curling and uncurling, dangling in the air over the side of his leg. He lowered his head to her chest and sucked in a nipple, swirling his tongue over it’s rosy stiffness. How long had he dreamed of doing this? Of seeing his beautiful daughter’s body and using her as his personal toy? Now it was happening, and he knew he couldn’t stop until he’d had her completely.
She came a minute later. She stiffened and her arms around his neck tightened. “Daddy!” she gasped, then threw her head back, mouth agape as her body shook and her pussy clamped down on his probing finger. She knew she had to stay quiet so as not to awaken her mother or her siblings, she knew that what they were doing was forbidden and she obviously wanted more, and that thrilled him. The orgasm subsided and her head lifted, eyes opening halfway. He kissed her and she responded eagerly, putting her hand on his cheek and thrusting her hot tongue into her father’s mouth.
“Was that a good one?” he asked after a minute. She looked confused until he nodded toward her crotch.
“Oh shit, Daddy,” she said, surprising him by cursing in front of him for the first time. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“You’ve never cum before?” he asked, incredulous.
She shook her head, then added, “I guess I have. I mean…nothing like that, though.”
“What else have you never done?”
She blushed slightly and looked away, smiling thinly. “I don’t know,” she said, her standard answer for when she didn’t want to answer.
Thoughts tumbled through his mind in rapid succession. He knew she’d had sex, lots of it. She’d been screwing her boyfriend here in her own bed for months before they broke up, then she’d been sharing a bed with that guy she’d moved in with. Since returning home, she’d been with one guy after another, and he knew they weren’t taking her out because she had great conversation skills. He loved his daughter, but she knew she didn’t have the brightest personality. What she did have was an incredible body and the will to use it to get what she wanted. That’s what she was doing now, he believed, with him, but he didn’t care.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten?” he asked. She didn’t seem embarrassed by the language.
“Yeah,” she answered. “But I bet you can do it better.”
He almost laughed. Then he pushed her off his lap and to her feet before standing up himself. He towered over her. She was a waif, s*******n years old and still so petite and tiny compared to him. He kissed her, covering her tit with his hand, and jumped when he felt her hand cover his hard crotch, squeezing his manhood through his shorts. They both moaned.
He broke the kiss and dropped to his knees. She put her hands on his shoulders and gazed down at him as he grasped the sides of her shorts and tugged them down to her ankles. She stepped daintily out of them and he tossed them aside. He looked up at her, smiling. “Take off your shirt,” he ordered. She obeyed without hesitation, pulling the garment up over her head and tossing it aside. He rocked back to take in all of her slender, pale body. She had to be the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his life, her mother included. Pale blue panties, a thong actually, and those white and gray socks she loved. She looked so innocent, so young. Her nipples were rosy and stiff, and he could smell her excitement wafting from her crotch. With shaking hands, he grasped the hem of her panties and pulled them down. She spread her legs slightly to let the material escape from the clutch of her thighs. He paused with the garment at mid-thigh in order to gaze at her bush. Just as he’d imagined, the way it had felt to his fingers, it was just thick enough to be womanly and yet still sparse enough to imply youth, and it was dark red like her hair. He’d never had a redhead before. The gene was recessive in his wife’s side of the f****y and had blossomed in their daughter. He leaned forward and planted a kiss in the middle of her hairy patch. She shivered.
Quickly he tugged the panties to her ankles and again she stepped daintily out of them. He put his hands on her hips and eased her down into his chair. She spread her legs automatically, revealing her sex to him for the first time since she was a baby. She was excited, the fact made obvious by the way her inner lips were splaying out, spreading her young cunt lewdly for his lustful gaze. He pushed her legs farther apart then placed his hands under her slender pale thighs. He lifted her legs into the air, rotating her hips upward and bringing her wet pussy into range of his mouth. She gasped when he lowered his head to her lap, moving her hands to his head. He covered his daughter’s cunt completely and sucked, wiggling his tongue into her soft folds to get his first taste of i****tuous juices. She smelled musky yet clean, and there was a faint odor of soap still clinging to her. He was relieved that she hadn’t been fucking recently, at least. Not that it would have stopped him from feasting on his daughter’s cunt.
He worked his tongue through her pussy, lapping and nibbling, circling her clit, delving into her hole, all while her hands clutched at his hair and she fought to remain quiet. Her gasps and stifled moans excited him. Her slender legs kicked in his hands, her little body shook, her young cunt pulsed in his mouth delivering more juices to his waiting tongue. She yelped a hoarse, short scream then slapped a hand over her mouth to silence herself as an orgasm rumbled through her. Brad covered her cunt with his mouth, French-kissing her spasming fuckhole as his daughter’s body quivered violently in the storm of a strong orgasm. Fresh, thick fluid ran into his mouth, metallic in flavor and tangy. It went on for a full minute before she collapsed weakly into the chair, gasping. He lifted his head from her lap, lowering her legs, and smiled at her.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“Oh, Daddy!” she hissed, sitting up. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him with such passion that he nearly came in his shorts. She broke the kiss with a wet sound. “Is that what I taste like?” she asked. Smiling, she stuck her tongue out and licked around the perimeter of his lips. “Mmmm. Nice.” And she kissed him again.
He broke the kiss after a minute of sucking face. “I want you, Nina,” he told her.
She groaned and put her arms around him, pulling his body closer to her nude form. “I want you too, Daddy,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
Brad stood up, trembling, hardly daring to believe it had gone this far, trying not to think about what this was doing to his life and the relationship he’d once had with his daughter. He took her hand and pulled her up, then changed places with her. He shoved his shorts down, revealing his cock to his daughter for the first time in their lives. She immediately wrapped her hand around his shaft, sucking in a breath. “It’s so thick,” she said. “I heard Momma talk about it before, but I never thought…are you sure it’ll fit inside me?”
He groaned. “One way to find out,” he said, grinning. He gave her a quick kiss then sat down in his chair. He put his hands on her hips and turned her around. She looked confused at first, then he pulled her back until their legs touched. She sat down on his lap carefully, trapping his hard cock between the soft globes of her ass. He wrapped his arms around her slender body, cupping a breast in one hand and her wet cunt in the other. Nina lifted her arms over her head and put them around his neck, sighing contentedly.
“Oh God, Daddy,” she moaned in a whisper. “You don’t know how many times I fantasized about this.”
That surprised him. “Really?” he asked, slipping a finger into her hot box. “You had fantasies about your father?”
“Uh, huh,” she agreed. She arched her back and groaned. “Sometimes…I pretended the guy I was with….was you.”
He nibbled her ear. “No need to pretend anymore, sweetheart,” he whispered. He put his hands under her upper thighs and lifted. She brought her legs up so that she could plant her feet on the edge of the chair outside his legs, lifting herself up. Then she reached between her legs and grasped his cock. He groaned as he felt her put the head of his cock against the opening of her cunt. She put both hands on the armrests and began to settle her weight onto him.
At first, he thought she was too small to accept him. She churned her hips and the head of his cock squeezed into her. After that, it was just a matter of working the rest into her young body. He held onto her hips, resisting the urge to slam her down onto his pole. He let her set the pace, let her control what was happening. It was her choice, and it thrilled him to know that she wanted his cock inside her just as much as he did.
“It hurts,” she groaned, but she didn’t stop pushing her hips down. “You’re stretching me. Mmmm. Oh, Daddy…it’s the biggest….I feel so full!” She pushed down hard taking the last few inches of his shaft into her body, and they were fully joined at last. She settled onto his lap, grinding her hips to secure their i****tuous union. She gasped. “I did it!”
He put his arms around her torso and pulled her back into his embrace. She let her feet slip off the chair, dangling her legs, and turned her face to his. Her eyes were filled with love, with desire. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I love you too, Nina,” he answered. He put a hand on her crotch and felt his cock shaft disappearing into her body. Her hand joined his a moment later.
“You’re inside me, Daddy,” she said, smiling. “I got my Daddy inside me.”
“Are you okay with this?” he asked.
She nodded quickly. “Can you fuck me now, Daddy? I’m so close.” She kissed him tenderly. “Make me cum again, Daddy.”
Groaning, Brad sat forward until his daughter’s feet were on the floor. He moved her so that she was able to hold her own weight, keeping her arms on the chair’s armrests, and put his hands on her slender hips. He lifted her, pulling her off his cock with a slurping sound. She might have been experienced, but her pussy was still tight as a fist. She was so turned on that her pussy juice was running down his shaft over his balls. She waited until half of his cock was out of her before shoving herself back down. They both moaned.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she began to ride up and down on her father’s cock. Brad spread his legs as Nina narrowed hers, moving the girl between his thighs and pulling her down hard, getting more of himself into her. She began to move faster, fucking herself hard on his aching cock, her young pussy quivering. “Oh! Oh!” she gasped. Then, “Daddy!” and she slammed herself down as she came, her slender body shaking, her pussy rippling up the length of his shaft as more of her juices squirted out around his cock to drip from his balls. Brad had never had a woman who was so juicy before. Even her mother didn’t make this much wetness.
Nina leaned back on his chest as her orgasm subsided. She drew his face to hers and kissed him passionately over her shoulder. “I love you so much, Daddy,” she said, trembling. “Did you cum yet?”
“Not yet,” he said. She smiled and bent forward again, farther this time, until she was bent in half but still impaled on his cock. He held her hips and eased her forward, able to watch his cock slide out of her wetly. Her pussy looked obscene stretched around his cock. His own daughter! He pulled her back, slamming his cock into her, making her gasp, then groan. He began to fuck her like that, slamming his cock deeply into her, pulling back slowly, then slamming into her again.
“Oh!” she said loudly, too loudly the thought, but no longer cared. Nothing could have made him stop fucking his daughter right then, not even if his wife had appeared in the doorway with a gun in her hand. He slammed into her slender body again and felt his cum starting to rise out of his balls. “I…can’t…believe…it…” Nina gasped with each thrust he made into her. “I’…cumming…again!”
“Me too, baby,” he grunted, holding her hips tightly as he fucked into her.
“Don’t pull out…Daddy…cum…inside me!”
He groaned and pulled her onto his cock as hard as he could, getting as deep as he could go. She was on the pill, he knew that for a fact, and he didn’t hesitate to give her what she’d asked for. His orgasm hit him like a runaway truck and his cum jetted out of him almost painfully. Nina sucked in her breath as her own orgasm hit her. “I feel it!” she hissed. “Cum in me, Daddy! Cum in me!” He fucked into her again, and the pleasure was so intense he thought he’d pass out. He was filling her with his cum. It had been a week since he’d fucked his wife, four days since he’d jacked off. He gave all he had to Nina, poured it all into his daughter’s shaking body until he could see it frothing back out around his cock and dripping from her cunt to the floor. As the spurting eased, he pulled her back to him so that he could embrace her from behind. She came limply, drained, and d****d her legs over his so that she was spread lewdly over his lap with her father’s cock still buried inside her.
He stroked her chest idly, tweaking her hard nipples, reaching down between her legs to stroke her clit and the place where they were joined. She hooked her arms under her father’s and clung to him, sighing contentedly. She turned her head to look up at him, and he bent so that he could kiss her. It was slower, tender, a loving romantic kiss, but it still turned him on. His cock pulsed one last time inside her, delivering a last dollop of his sperm into her body.
“I can’t believe we did that,” he said to her in a whisper.
She smiled warmly. “I know,” she said. “How long…how long have you wanted me, Daddy?”
He considered lying to her and discarded the notion. She deserved to know. “Since you were twelve,” he said. “You were just developing tits and you wore this leotard. White, sheer. I saw your areola through it, and I’ve never been able to see you the same again.”
“That’s about when it started for me,” she said, nestling the back of her head against his chest.
He jumped, startled. “You?” he asked. “You…wanted me, too?”
She nodded. “A long time. I never thought….that you’d want me. Not the way I wanted you.”
“Oh, Nina,” he groaned. He hunched his hips and pushed his cock back into her. Miraculously, he was still hard. She stiffened and groaned. “What do we do now?” he asked.
She clung to him tightly. “This won’t be the last time, right Daddy?” she asked hopefully. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear. Not even my closest friends. My God, how could I? How could I ever tell anyone I fucked my own Dad!”
He loved hearing her talk dirty. “You liked fucking Daddy, didn’t you?” he asked in a low voice.
She giggled, picking up the hint. “Yeah,” she said. “I loved being fucked by you. You liked fucking me, too, didn’t you? You like having your cock inside me…” And she moaned, just as turned on by what she was saying.
They heard the creak of floorboards overhead and froze. Clara, Brad’s wife, had just gotten out of bed and was making her way to the toilet. Nina looked into her father’s face over her shoulder with a bit of fear in her eyes. “I better go,” she said sadly.
He kissed her. He pulled her to him and kissed her, and she melted into his embrace, her tongue battling eagerly with his. Finally he let her go. She put her feet onto the floor and eased forward, sliding off his cock. It left her body with a wet, popping sound, and a flood of his cum mixed with her juices ran down her pale thighs. She turned to face him, displaying her naked body unashamedly. “Am I pretty?” she asked.
He reached for her, drew him back between his legs so he could hug her. His sagging cock rubbed over her knees leaving a wet trail. “Of course you’re pretty,” he told her. “You’re…beautiful. The sexiest, prettiest girl I know.”
“Prettier than Momma?” she asked. She smiled at his reaction. “Don’t answer that. That wasn’t fair. I just wanted you to tell me I was pretty. You used to say it a lot.”
“I’m sorry. I guess…I thought it was perverted to tell you how beautiful you were when you were…dressing the way you do.”
“I wanted you to notice me,” she said. “I think that’s what it was. I wanted YOU to want me. I promise Daddy, there’ll never be another man for me now that I have you.” She kissed him tenderly. He couldn’t resist running his hands up her body.
When the kiss ended she reached for her clothes and began to pull on her shorts. “Nina,” he said. “You know we can’t ever be…a couple.”
“I know, Daddy,” she said, pursing her lips as if he’d said something stupid. “You love Momma. You love me differently. It’s okay. I don’t want to marry you, Daddy. I just want to…I just want you to fuck me when you can.” She actually blushed as she said it. She pulled on her shirt and bent to retrieve her panties from the floor.
He took her hand. “It’s different between us now. Isn’t it?”
She nodded. “I like it better this way. No more hiding. You know how I feel about you, and I know how you feel.” She cupped her crotch. “I got my Daddy’s cum inside me. How many girls are lucky enough to say that?” She kissed him and pressed her panties into his hand.
“A souvenir,” she whispered. She headed for the door, swaying her hips. Overhead the toilet flushed. Clara would be aware he wasn’t in bed yet and might come looking for him. He hastily pulled his shorts back on. When he looked up, Nina was gone. He stuffed her panties into a drawer, hardly able to believe it had really happened. He’d fucked his own daughter! She’d wanted it!
And it wasn’t going to be the last time.
He locked the drawer and hurried to the bathroom to clean up the evidence.