Summer Break – Part 3 [MF] [Incest]

Almost at the end now. Hope you’ll enjoy this.

EDIT: Sorry, realised it got cut off when editing. Should be okay now!

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9079l/summer_break_part_1_mf_incest/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9m1rr/summer_break_part_2_mf_incest/)

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A few weeks later, Elliot’s workload had started to increase as his clients added new and more complicated features. He rarely left his office now except for meal times and to fall asleep in his bed in the usual inebriated state.

This was good to him as it reduced the inappropriate thoughts he was having for his daughter. Another thing was that he was starting to see less of Vanessa. He only saw her during the random occasion she decided to join him for lunch or dinner. Even then, she seemed distracted and sometimes caught her looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Elliot hoped Vanessa hadn’t figured anything out. He couldn’t imagine how revolted she would be and he definitely couldn’t deal with several months of being in close proximity with her and her refusing to speak with him. She was his only and favourite daughter.

He sighed and threw his glasses on the desk. He resolved to stop any more funny ideas about Vanessa. The digital clock showed 7:30pm. Dinner time. Elliot got up and headed to the kitchen to check on the defrosted steak. As he rolled his sleeves up, Elliot heard the click clack of heels coming down the stairs.

Vanessa was dressed stylishly in a white fitting tie waist shirt, short black denim A-line skirt and pastel platform boots. Her brunette hair was loosely tied in two pigtails. Elliot accidentally dropped a wooden spoon in the sink while staring.

“Wow, Vanny. Looking good.” *Jesus, she looked exceptional.*

“Aww, thanks Dad. Got me a date and I wanted to leave a good first impression.” She winked and posed in front of him.

Elliot struggled to hide his dismay. A date? Wearing that? She’d leave more than a good impression.

“Oh. Well, have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” He leaned on the kitchenette, trying to play it cool.

Her phone beeped and she swung a sling bag off the stair bannister.

“Course not! See ya!”

After the door slammed shut, he scowled.

*Come on, Elliot. It’s not like she was going to stay here, cooped up with her old dad. She’s young, she’s going to date.*

He thought about whoever she was with would later be hearing her witty jokes, they’d be touching her and knowing how dates went about nowadays, probably buried up in her cunt later.

What the fuck? He was… jealous?

Elliot simply stabbed the slab of meat in front of him.

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The bottle of bourbon was already at it’s halfway mark. Elliot cracked one eyelid open to check if his partner had replied on the new changes. The bastard probably fell asleep.

It was 12:35am. Vanessa wasn’t home yet and he already resigned to the fact that she might not be coming home tonight. Not like it bothered him. Right. He took a swig.

After ten minutes, Elliot decided to give up on waiting. He was about to shut down his system when he heard the front door opening. What followed was a groan and a hiccup.

He pushed his office doors aside and caught the black silhouette of Vanessa stumbling in.

“Vanny?” Elliot’s voice was full of worry.

He flicked the nearby switch for the floor lamp and the light revealed his teary-eyed daughter standing there, carrying one platform shoe.

“Hi Dad. Sorry if I woke you up.” She slurred and rubbed her eyes with a sniffle.

She was drunk. “Oh honey. What happened?” Elliot took her in his arms and led her to the couch. She looked really upset. He took off her other shoe and slowly massaged her foot.

Vanessa threw the platform to the side and flung herself into Elliot’s chest. She started to sob, alarming him even more.

“How much did you drink, Vanny?” It didn’t matter much to Elliot that she was underage drinking but he cautiously wanted to strike the possibility that she could be a sad drunk. It did anger him a bit that the person she went out with took advantage of that.

“Not that much… the guy was just a fucking jerk.” Her voice muffled in his sweater.

“What happened? What did he do?” His fists were now balled up.

“Towards the end of the date, he kept comparing me to his ex-girlfriend. Big tits, supermodel like. Sorry I’m a tiny person then!” She yelled and crossed her arms angrily.

“I don’t even know why he even compared how she was in bed to me? Like I’d go home with him, the fucking prick!”

Elliot sighed and pulled her in for another hug. “I’m sorry sweetie. He sounds like a grade-A asshole.” His fucking loss then.

Her arms tightened around him and they stayed there for a while.

“I know you would never do that.”

He blinked and looked at the top of Vanessa’s head. “What do you mean?”

“You’d be so sweet to me. I wish they were like you.” She pushed herself away and wrapped her arms around Elliot’s neck.

“Of course, sweetie. You deserve to be treated right.” He strained his neck back as she was really close to his face.

“You’d treat me right.” Vanessa’s lips met his and the taste of cheap vodka and the sweetness of her self enveloped Elliot.

*No!* “Vanny, you’re drunk.” Elliot tried to push her away but ended up falling on the couch on his back and it gave her a chance to deepen the kiss. Her skirt hiked at this point and he caught a glimpse of a white lacy thong.

“Mmhmm.” She grabbed his hand and placed it on her right asscheek, making him grip it. Elliot felt dizzy and his body just wanted to give in but he knew he couldn’t. Before he could attempt to do so, Vanessa unlatched herself and went down on her knees. He sat up as her fingers trailed to the waistband of his slacks that were painfully straining against the fabric.

“Don’t.” Elliot pleaded and pushed her shoulder weakly. He knew there was no turning back after.

All Vanessa did was give him a sly smile, which just turned him on even more. “Just getting what I want.”

She pulled his slacks down in one swift motion and his hard cock sprung out. Elliot’s face was a mix of alarm and lust. She looked at him and his cock in an almost adoring look.

“Vanny, we can’t-“ Elliot was cut off as she instantly leaned forward to lick the underside of his cock slowly.

Vanessa teased the tip of it with her tongue and pushed her little mouth down, almost taking the whole length in.

He leaned back and groaned. *Holy shit, this feels good*. He opened his eyes to catch her looking straight at him, full of his cock in between her luscious lips. She bobbed her head up and down a few times and then went straight down to deep throat him.

*Fuck!* Elliot gave up. He put his hand on the top of her head and pushed down. He heard her gag a bit but didn’t surface, only continuing to deep throat him. This went on for a few minutes until she pushed his hand away to tease the tip again while stroking his cock.

Elliot was panting now and never broke eye contact with his beautiful daughter as she started going faster. Her warm mouth felt amazing. The familiar sensation was building up now. He grabbed her wrist and frantically shook his head.

All Vanessa did was grin and took his whole length in her mouth once more; now bobbing her head wildly. Her stray hand snuck to lightly grab his balls and Elliot jerked violently. He came hard, gushing into her. He collapsed on the couch completely, still panting hard.

After what felt like forever, Elliot noticed that Vanessa hadn’t said anything. He sat up in fear, thinking that she had sobered up and realised the feral state that they were in.

“Vanessa?”

Vanessa’s sleeping body was lying on the side of his legs. She was quietly snoring with cum still smeared on her lips.

Damn it.

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