[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l6992s/a_day_on_the_lake_mf_fatherdaughter_swimsuit/?)
From his perch, Richard reached into the cooler and cracked open another can of beer. He knew he would probably get dehydrated from drinking too much on the open water, but he didn’t care. He needed something to numb the thoughts running through his head.
He wanted to pretend like what just happened was his imagination, but he couldn’t. The image of Callie’s tight body was branded in his mind. Her short, curvy frame. The way her breasts pressed against the cups of her bikini top, spilling out from both sides. The ratio of her full chest to her even wider, unbelievably broad hips and thighs.
For the first time, he understood why his daughter was so adamant about covering up every inch of her body. She had the figure of a woman twice her age, with the tight skin that could only be found on someone young and barely lived.
“Are you watching me?” Callie called, bobbing up from underwater near the nose of the boat.
“Laser pointers!” he pointed to his eyes and pointed back at her. Callie smiled, and dove under once again.
Richard let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. In his pocket the phone buzzed again.
*“Hello? Is everything okay? I’m getting worried, Rich.”*
Shit, he swore under his breath. He gulped down the last of the beer and typed:
*“Sorry, babe. Crap service up here. Everything is great! Callie’s having fun. We miss you.”* Richard snapped a picture of Callie for good measure and hit send.
Hopefully that would keep Mercedes’ helicopter mom tendencies at bay for a little while.
The phone buzzed a response: *“Miss you too. Tell Callie I love her.”*
Richard turned the phone off and stuck it in his bag. No use in wasting battery. And to be honest, he wasn’t sure what else to say to Mercedes, or what to make of their relationship at all.
Sure, things had really dried up with his wife lately, but he assumed they were just in a rough patch. A…several-year long rough patch.
They still had sex—neither of them could go more than a few weeks without a hot, angry fuck on the couch or in the laundry room while Callie was upstairs. He still loved the feeling of grabbing a fistful of his wife’s coiled hair, bending her over the dryer, and thrusting inside of her to the tune of the tumble cycle.
He struggled to keep himself from getting hard, just thinking about his wife’s soft moans against his hand as he clamped her mouth shut, preventing Mercedes from disturbing Callie’s studies as she orgasmed loudly, his cock pressed against her cervix.
Those first few moments of ecstasy as he and his wife climaxed together always washed through his veins like a fire lapping at his ankles. But when the high was over, Mercedes would gently slip from under him, pull her panties up, and chastely kiss him on the cheek. Then she’d turn away and go back to whatever was on her list of to-dos.
More and more their interactions outside of the bedroom were becoming cold and annoyed. Sex was a release of tension, rather than an expression of passion like it once was.
He couldn’t deny he missed the intimacy they once shared. He still loved Mercedes immensely. She was Callie’s mother. How could he not love the woman who gave him the greatest gift he’d ever received?
So why was he getting hot and bothered over their daughter instead of the woman he vowed to love through sickness and in health?
“You’re not watching me!” Callie teased, ripping Richard out of his million-mile stare.
“I am!” he lied.
“Doesn’t matter anyway, I’m getting out.”
“So soon?”
“Yeah,” she said, pulling herself up the ladder. “I want to tan a little bit before the sun disappears again.”
Callie grabbed the towel from under the bench and started to pat herself dry. Suddenly, the warmth of the second beer started to make his face burn and his skin tingle. He watched as Callie patted her long hair, bending at the waist to keep it from dripping on her. The swim bottom slipped farther between her cheeks, now a wet, wrinkled mess of fabric clinging to her skin and squeezing the thickness of her hips.
When she was done, she raked the towel along her thighs moving up until she reached the heat between her legs. Much to Richard’s chagrin she stopped there and wrapped the towel around her waist, her breasts still dripping with water. Her nipples were now completely erect and impossible to miss.
“Alright,” Richard said, going for the cooler again.
“Really?” Callie raised her eyebrows.
“What?”
“Never mind,” she said straddling the bench. “Can you at least help me reapply my sunscreen?”
“Don’t be rude to your old man.”
Callie mumbled an apology.
Richard sighed. Teenagers.
He fished the sunscreen from her bag and instructed her to lay down on her stomach. “Uh, where should I apply it?”
A look of annoyance flashed across her face. “It’s sunscreen dad. Everywhere. You apply it everywhere. Can you just do it the way mom does it?”
Richard bit back a retort. He vaguely remembered Mercedes spending over ten minutes lathering every inch of Callie’s body with sunscreen a few summers before. It was right after his wife’s mother died of skin cancer, making Mercedes overly cautious of Callie developing the same disease.
“Sure,” he said, squeezing a dollop of the thick cream into his hands.
Splayed before him, his perfect little angel laid, her round ass protruding into the air. From this angle, he could see her breasts squished against the boat bench.
With a shaky breath, he began working the sunscreen up her legs starting with her calves. His hands were massive in comparison to her tiny body. He could wrap his long arms around her entire leg.
As he moved upward, he realized this was no longer the case. Her thighs were proportional to her behind, making them at least twice the size of her calves. Slowly, he kneaded the sunscreen into her skin, taking his time to make sure there wasn’t an inch of her that went unmissed.
When he was done with her legs he moved cautiously to her ass, unsure of where her boundaries lied, if there were boundaries at all. Callie showered with her parents when she was a kid. Intimacy was not unchartered territory in their household. But that was when she was 6 years old, and not like this.
Richard grabbed more cream and started pressing into her plump ass, massaging wide circles. When she didn’t so much as flinch he continued, letting his hands rove in wide circles over the whole of each cheek, making sure to knead into the fold of skin between her butt and thighs.
As his hands moved dangerously close to the heat between her legs, he felt his dick begin to twitch in his pants. He couldn’t deny how much Callie’s body turned him on, even if that made him a disgusting creep.
He should be proud of how beautiful his daughter turned out to be, he argued with himself. And he was proud in some weird, twisted way. But his pride was aggressively competing with the budding, drunken yearning that was starting to rip holes in the pit of his stomach.
When her cheeks were adequately covered, Richard easily slid his hands underneath the waist straps of her suit, massaging the cream back and forth from her lower back into her glutes. For a second, he could have sworn he heard a sigh escape from her mouth, but he chalked it up to his desperate horniness making him hear things.
Satisfied, he trailed his hands up her back until he reached her shoulders. He could feel knots around her neck so he took the liberty of gently working out her kinks, brushing her hair to the side, and going one shoulder at a time.
He then used one hand to massage the whole of her neck, and finished by scratching the pads of his fingers into the nape of her hair.
“All done,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
“Can you do the other side?” Callie asked, but didn’t bother waiting for a response. She instead flipped over and threw an arm across her eyes to shield herself from the sun.
Fear tickled at Richard’s brain. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could concentrate on forcing himself to not have an erection. His cock was already getting heavy and starting to tug against the tight fabric of his pants. He wanted to lean over his daughter, unzip, and slide himself between her plush lips until he felt his cock nudge the back of her throat. He could already imagine the look of shock on her face as she gagged and struggled to breathe.
*No.*
He stopped the thought in his tracks. *You’re such a fucking asshole,* he chastised himself.
This time, he quickly went over the front of her thighs, disallowing himself from lingering on the parts of her body that made him want to scream. The softness of her stomach was enough to make him dizzy, and the way the various straps of her swimsuit caressed the curves of her waist was almost criminal.
When he thought he was done once again, Callie did the unthinkable.
With a look of complete boredom on her face, she pulled down both straps of her bathing suit, freeing her breasts from the lousy blue cage. Sat in front of him were too perfect, perky mounds, nipples dark and fully hard.
He brushed off the shock quickly, then started spreading the sunscreen across her neck and clavicle, avoiding her breasts. Callie, continued to look completely unbothered.
His head was swimming with alcohol and his vision started to blur. He didn’t realize how hard he was biting his lips, preventing himself from groaning.
Finally, when he couldn’t avoid it anymore, he filled his hands with sunscreen, cupped each breast, and began massaging them in his massive hands, letting the weight of them press against his palms. Despite his better judgement, he let his fingertips swipe once…twice…against her bare nipples, making them even harder than they were before.
When he saw Callie bite her lip and spread her legs ever so slightly, he dared to press the pads of his fingers directly into her nipples, moving in slow circles. The hardness of them dragged across his skin and he continued the motion, until finishing by rolling the buds underneath his thumbs.
“Okay, all done kiddo,” he said, pulling the straps of her swimsuit up over her shoulders and snapping them back into place.
She sat up and smiled, then stretched, her short limbs spreading out above her head.
“I need a nap after that,” she joked, then grabbed her towel and moved to the other end of the boat.
“Tuckered out from the sun?” Richard asked backing away to his spot behind the wheel.
“I think so,” she said and spread out her towel. Once she was comfortable, she laid her head down. “Can you wake me up in like an hour?”
“Yeah, no problem. Mind if I read your book?”
She rolled her eyes.
“You won’t like it.”
“Try me.”
With a shrug, Callie caved and tossed the book to Richard. Without another word she turned onto her stomach and closed her eyes. In only took a couple minutes for the sound of her soft snores to hum against the quiet movement of the water.
Once he was sure Callie was asleep, Richard turned away and opened her book to the page she had marked. He knew she was a deep sleeper and wouldn’t wake unless he got her up.
It was some kind of sci-fi action drama. It seemed Callie had stopped right when two characters were dramatically saying goodbye to each other. He guessed they were in love and one of them might die. She was right, it wasn’t his kind of thing.
Richard looked over his shoulder to assure she was asleep, then, satisfied, slipped his hand inside of his pants and pulled out his now throbbing cock. The touch alone was enough to force a hiss between his teeth. The skin of his cock was incredibly sensitive from being trapped inside of his pants for so long.
Without any finesse or care, he began stroking his cock quickly, letting his mind roam to the feeling of Callie’s bare ass in his hands, and the way her body contorted to his touch. He wanted to slip his fingers into her wetness, feel how tight she was inside, suckling each one of her nipples into his mouth as he ground his fingers against the special spot deep in her pussy.
He knew it was fucking depraved, but in the heat of his lust he gave into his disgust for himself. He wanted Callie. Needed her body. Years of loving his daughter mixed with a sudden, animalistic desire to fuck her mercilessly on her knees.
It didn’t take long for him to feel the burning heat in the pit of his stomach. When he was close, he slipped another hand in his pants and tugged at his balls. He stroked the length of his cock, squeezing tightly on the head, until the tension snapped inside of him. Finally, hot ropes of cum exploded onto his hand, dripping down his fingers onto his shoes. He rutted his hips into his fist, riding the waves of his orgasm and biting his lips to keep himself from saying her name.
Behind him, Callie didn’t so much as stir.
Ashamed, and annoyed with himself, he cleaned up the mess then zipped his pants back up. The feeling of disgust that washed over him was like no other. He had crossed a line that he knew he couldn’t come back from.
Something deep inside of him told him that this wasn’t going to be a singular moment he could compartmentalize and forget. Now that the well of lust had been awakened inside of him, he wasn’t sure if he could stop it from bubbling up again.
And to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
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