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He crept into her way one nighttime. He simply stood there for a farseeing while, drinking in the mountain of his daughter 's grimace and feet poking out of her rag. She had been the platonic passion of his life ever since his wife had died giving birth to her. He had cared for her, provided for her, made her the center of his macrocosm. He had no intention of remarrying, or even of having any relationships outside the one he had created with his wife, now deceased. Instead, he had poured all the love and veneration he had had for her into his beloved and veneration towards his daughter.

He had never seen her as anything other than his beautiful, wanted daughter. She was everything to him. All that he had, he would leave her in a heartbeat.

And so it had been, for a long time. Such a long time.

Then she left. He was well-chosen to see her grow from the foundations he had laid, loved to see how she excelled. But from the low gear few hebdomad after she had moved out that summer, he began to see that as well as pride and accomplishment and Bob Hope, he felt another emotion he was not gallant of. She had never failed to show admiration for all the just matter he did for her. He knew that she felt grateful for the advantages he had provided. And yet there was a small voice, growing louder and louder as the months wore on, growing louder even though he told himself the voice was not being fair or rational number. `` How dare she ? '' was what the representative wanted to cry. `` How could she leave me ? ``

And now, for a few days, she was back. She had no need for a car and so he 'd gone in his own to pick her up from her hall. It was during the farsighted drive back that he noticed her legs for the offset time.

Her visit was absolutely unexceptional, trite family visit poppycock, and as they chatted and as he took her from restaurant to shopping mall to friend 's house and so on, he found it strong and severely to get his psyche -- his heart -- off of her peg. And then the tummy she loved to designate off. Her beautiful long neck.

The beau of her breasts.

Her wonderful, lovely, benignant and cagey countenance.

And, to his surprisal, he felt no guilt. She was beautiful, who could deny it ? During her legal brief stay, why not enjoy what she now apparently had to offer ?

Today, her final exam day staying in the mansion for this short circuit vacation, he had taken her to a leave dinner party he arranged with her friends. The girl laughed and faux-flirted with each other and the waitstaff, while he smiled and stayed relatively quiet, not wanting to be the old man who ruins the `` vibration ''.

His daughter looked at him occasionally. He felt more and more certain. She was glancing at him, not to put across, not to share a instant of comfort or connectedness. She was watching him. She watching him check them. Watch her.

He had n't want to guess it out loud to himself but, her dress. It was shorter than it had to be. It was frown cut than it needed to be. It left her back bare, he believed she clearly was wearing no bra.

She knew he would be at the gathering. Why dress like that ? Why watch him so closely this eve ?

On the movement family they were both silent. This was unusual. Why was she silent ? Why was he ?

Her shoulder joint strap on her rightfulness side, certainly she was not being so careless as to leave the one cladding him down over her shoulder. But the one away from him, the one he could plausibly appear not to notice -- that had fallen, and she 'd done zero to correct it.

As he hugged her goodnight, as the hug ended, she took his boldness in her hands, almost maternally. `` Thank you, Dad, it was a wondrous nighttime. '' She leaned in and he almost quaked, shrunk back, ran away -- and she tilted his head down a little and kissed his forehead. Just as it had seemed at the kickoff of the gesture -- maternal.

She went to bed, and he was left on his own, ruminating on the foresighted, painful crusade that would take her away from him again tomorrow.

And here he was, now, as she slept, appraising her in a way he never had before.

He stepped forward. Carefully, carefully. He removed her sheet.

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He was surprised, and pleased, to find nothing else was there to hold her warm - not a 1 piece of habiliment. His daughter, like his wife before her, apparently preferred to sleep in the nude. Or, he was beginning to countenance himself to distrust, perhaps she usually did not.

She lay there on her back, one arm backbone under her top dog, one arm splayed out over the edge. This stretched her breast upwards. Her chest, as beautiful as he had begun to imagine. He allowed his gaze ( his inwardness pace rising enormously together with another part of himself ), to breathe there for a time. He allowed his imagination to kiss her breasts, to stroke her nipples.

He then continued his imaginary number journey downwards, touching her tight tummy in his head, he could almost find himself leaning in to kiss her bare pubis. In a manner standardized to the way her arm was splayed out, so also her legs -- one hang at the knee joint to curl back under the other, but the effect of this was to open her articulatio coxae to him, to take in him to consider what was between them. Why did she shave it ? For how farsighted had that been happening ?

For as much as part of him revulsed at the thought of a man seeing his own daughter in this way -- for that foresightful, nevertheless, did he go along watching, her tummy revolt and falling slowly behind the focus of his new longing.

He moved on, wanting to leave out nothing.

With his imagination he brushed her foresightful legs and caressed her feet.

And finally he looked back up, at her face. Even in rest, her locution exuded easy confidence. Was she dreaming of her future, of a future he had envisioned for her, full of skill and mastery ? A future in which she glided to the top and looked down at those she 'd left rear end, her inferiors ?

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He had known he would do this but had banished all thought of it from himself until the deed was done. And now, he was kissing her foundation. Tenderly, he worked his way up, trying not to breath, but insisting on feeling her legs with his lips.

He told himself he could do these things without waking her, if he was careful.

He also wondered intensely, how she would react when she did awaken. How would she carry the desire she had been expressing, and encouraging, this evening ?

He was kissing her shins, her thighs, her iliac crest. Her pubis.

He stayed there a while, gently, aware that any force play would set off an awakening, and knowing he must conduct pains to never specify that to happen.

He moved on, finally, after resisting a surprising enticement to kiss those brim nearby, to simply throw caveat to the breaking wind and begin to probe with his tongue.

He continued upwards, kneeling beside her, kissing her bay window, her ribs. Her chest. He risked the smallest mite of his lips upon her nipples. She still had not awakened !

He moved up to kiss her articulatio humeri, her neck. Her cheeks. He stared in awkward lust, his centre mere inches from her face, able to appreciate every detail.

He stood, and was amazed at what he had accomplished so far. His thoughts turned toward the door.

His workforce turned towards his belt.

Quietly he undressed, and carefully, gingerly, climbed as unobtrusively as he could onto her bed, over her body.

And now his face was over hers. Her legs, one hang at the knee, he would gently begin to move with his own leg until his member -- yes, he insisted on emphasizing to himself, her father 's penis -- was in military position to enter. He knew this, finally would start to wake her, and he was organise. He knew she would react in dearest to his acknowledgment of their silent communicating earlier in the even. But even if she did not respond positively, he was now determined.

Shaking a petty, he placed his left over stifle in the crux of her bent right human knee, and began scooting her shin away from its sister.

And finally, lazily, she opened her eyes. He had resolved, and followed through on his resolve, to not look away at this stop -- to show how firm and loving his intention were, to respect her gaze by maintaining his.

He waited for her excuse smile to lead off. She seemed to be taking in the situation. The head of her father 's member was now touching the lieu she would now gladly open for him.

But, without a grin, instead of a smile, she opened her mouth and spoke. It was n't what she said that surprised him - it was the way she said it. poise, calm air, purposeful, unperturbed.

'' What the hell do you think you 're doing ? ``

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He realized she was so compile, she must have been awake for quite a while. She was ready for him. Had she felt every thrilling kiss ? From her feet, to he pubis, to her chest, to her neck ? Had she lay there silently, allowing him to do it ? Did this confirm her invitation ?

But there was nada inviting about her fount now. Accompanying her devil give-and-take and timber was an nettle squint, a strabismus that lived on the moulding of anger.

He opened his rima oris to address. He had mentally rehearsed for this. He was to be firm but pacify. He would be acquit and explicit about the subtext of their interaction tonight. Even if she denied it, he would throw her see she owed him, if in fact her glances and manner of garb were deception.

He had decided, he would not get hold of no for an solvent. But he also was sure he would not get wind one. She was to be well-chosen he was giving her this gift, and if she was n't, he was sure he would convince her to be biddable, to understand, to perhaps even take expiation in doing him this service.

If not immediately, then over metre, she would see that she was for him just as much as he was for her.

That was what happened in rehearsal.

When he opened his oral fissure to speak, however : `` I, uh - well, I think it 's time - I mean, this is, we have to - I mean you have to - uh ... ''

By then it was too late. He suddenly gave out a nearly funny yelp.

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Her hands closed more and more tightly on his egg. He was suddenly trying to get away when a instant before he had been determined to be inside her. But he could n't get away - he could n't even try. It would only cause the pressing on his formal to increase. She had him - he could n't move. So he froze.

She turned up the pressure, and he whimpered, not even witting of the shame and embarrassment he should be feeling at this moment.

His girl looked at him angrily, her eyes slitted, her mouthpiece an odd form of smile. `` We fuck, '' she said.

'' DAD, '' she continued pointedly.

'' When I SAY we fuck. '' She squeezed harder.

'' On my full term. Do you hear me, asshole ? ``

His centre closing, his mouth pinched from the pain, he nodded as best he could, weakly.

She shoved him away by the balls, which hurt even more than what she had been doing before, but at least relieved the pressure. He skittered off her bed, his knees on the story, but before he could regain his calm she had sat up and put her legs on either side of him. She grabbed him by the hair. She held his gaze. He now had a moment to look at her again.

Her powerful, youthful, masterly consistence was more desirable than ever before.

She was holding him in place. Certainly he was unassailable than her but she had him by the hair and escaping from her grasp would not only hurt, but involve an entirely shameful struggle to break away from his own tiny daughter 's grasp. And what could he do next, anyway ? He stayed put.

She was momentarily allowing him to gaze at her up and down. With one script she was holding his hair, with the early she was spreading open her pussycat lips. It was incredible - he almost came on the spot to see his daughter doing this.

And then she began to push his face in towards her, and she said the words to him :

'' sucking my pussy, dickwad. ``

And he complied. She closed her legs in around his neck and locked him into place.

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He had imagined, in reaction to the secretive toying he was sure they engaged in all evening, that they might expend a recollective dark together. And they did. His daughter had indeed been fix. Very gear up, just as he had hoped.

As he had hoped, but not as he had expected. As his anticipation became less and less like reality, his heart sunk lower and lower -- but what else could he do, now, but obey ?

Later that nighttime she did eventually tolerate him to put his penis inside her. But only after he had made her cum various prison term. He would take a shit her cum with his tongue, or she would make herself cum while he licked her asshole. Then she would deplume him up towards him, and drama with his phallus and mamilla til he was almost ready to squirt his onus, explaining to him how ridiculous and old he looked. And she would then beam him back down to her pussy, fucking his face once more until she came again.

This went on til she finally got bored. She was tickling his peter for the live time that night, giggling derisively at its every twitch, After a couple of deflect sighs, she rolled her eyes.

'' Alright whatever. If you have to do it, do it now and get off of me. ``

She scowled at him, then lay back and looked up at the cap rolling her middle again, ignoring him, grabbing her telephone and paying attention, apparently, to anything else. He gingerly, slowly, as though it could n't possibly be true, crept from his daughter 's face into spatial relation on top of her. She did n't direct her eyes off of her phone.

He was at her vaginal lips. The shaking in his arms, in his totally body, came not from lack of strength or endurance but from the sheer audaciousness of what he was about to do -- and the excitement that came with it.

There was no connection with her. This was no look of beloved, or any kind of emotion at all. All the time value he had built up into the thought of this moment -- all of it evaporated with her turned-aside face thinking about everything in the world but him. He was a disgusting man using a body, nothing more. What he was about to do, he could receive done with a manniquin. Realizing so truly what he was about, he felt shame.

His story about himself had evaporated, and he remained as ready -- even more prepare -- than ever, to finally simply roll in the hay the eubstance of his girl with all pretense cast aside. And so he did.

He could see perhaps the slightest sign of discomfort pass over her case as he began to push his dick firmly into her pussy. As he penetrated, her eyes went wide for the tiniest of split instant, and her pelvis moved slightly into space under him, before she once again retreated into her phone, chuckling at something she was reading.

When he tried to kiss her she slapped him, saying, `` That 's disgusting, hurry the fuck up or you wo n't get to wind up, '' then with a kind of prideful ridicule, she finished her conviction : `` DADDY. ``

He continued his fucking obediently, trying to take in the experience, to impress on his mind the feel of his girl 's vagina warming the length of his putz. Without thinking, out of instinct Max Born of his decades-past prior sexual relationships, he lowered himself and kissed her nipple. So she grabbed him by the haircloth, scratched his brass cruelly, and said `` Strike two, you silly. Fucking. Bitch. ``

He grunted and moaned, `` I 'm regretful, '' and knew he 'd amend not fuck this up again or he 'd never be allowed to complete. She scoffed, and returned to her phone.

She only showed any further preindication of awareness of what was happening when he began to ejaculate into her. She looked down at him briefly, a tone of botheration and disgust on her facial expression, then looked up at the ceiling, rolled her eyes and just whispered `` ew. ``

As his interjection ended, he began to fall down upon her, out of breathing time, picturing his sperm making its way deep into his own daughter 's reluctant womb. Before his trunk could make further middleman with hers scratched his chest and ribcage sharply, saying, `` the Nazarene, no, get off of me you disgusting piece of diddlyshit ! ``

He rolled off of her, his nerve gaping open like a landed Pisces the Fishes, trying to catch his breath.

He did n't know what the rest of the story could possibly be. His headway swimming with thoughts, somehow triumphant, regretful and defeated all at once, he asked `` What ... now ... '' between pants.

'' God, '' she said, glancing meaningfully downwards, `` Obviously you clean your mess. ``

After she had him clean his own cum out of her pussy with his mouth, and made him turn over her yet another coming, she collapsed on her back.

Her own breath caught back up, she said with a scowl, `` You are seriously the mop up, 'dearest Fatherhood .'You were just going to what, rape your own daughter, 'Dad ?'''

Quietly, he told the truth. `` Yes. ``

'' Yeah, roll in the hay you. I let you do it this meter basically because I was bored and curious to see if you might pull something off, but no. You could at least have made it fun. That was fucking boring Dad. It felt like nil. ``

She sat up and put her face close to his where he was sitting on her bed trying to cook himself as small as possible. She pushed his body backwards towards the edge of the bed.

'' Alright son of a bitch, this is what will happen every time I let you make me cum, '' she said. And she pushed him off her bed. He fell to the floor. `` You 'll speak only when spoken to, and you 'll sleep there when I 'm done. ``

The floor was common cold linoleum. He was naked. He had no pillow.

'' From now on, you will never cum, you will never give birth sex with anyone much less me, without my say so. Do you understand ? ``

The doorway was unfastened - he could just take the air right out. But then what ?

'' I understand. ``

She grinned. `` schoolmarm daughter. That 's what you call me from now on. ``

His vox quavered. `` Yes mistress girl. I understand mistress girl. ``

'' I may never let you fuck me again. I may never let you lie with anyone, or cum in any way, and you will obey because if you do n't I will tell the constabulary about how you are a flaming rapist. ``

He teared up. `` Yes mistress girl. ``

'' safe '' she said after a second. `` Okay. You know how a lot I would like to just kick you on the base, over and over right now. But I know you 'd care it so fuck. ``

Without a word, she turned around, clearly knowing to the full well he would not be going anywhere. Except for telling him at one point in time to stop his fucking crying, she proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the nighttime. She stayed on her phone, texting her friends for a long while.

And so he slept, on the cold unvoiced level, below the foot of his daughter 's bed.

He slept to thoughts of what ugly things his schoolmarm girl might do from now on. He slept knowing the real understanding he was not leaving, the reason why she could, and would, leave him at will and he could never leave her. He slept knowing there was no leak, because there was no desire for escape valve. He had said it many multiplication in the past.

Everything he had, truly belonged to her .