All people involved are over 18
One afternoon…
“So have you fucked her yet?”
I’m glad my back was turned to him. I knew it was coming, but that didn’t make me prepared for it. In fact, his inquiry made me even hotter with anger than I could have predicted.
I shoved the metal utensil under the still red meat and flipped the patty over with barely restrained violence.
“Jesus, Dad. No.”
“Well, why the fuck not, Son? She’s been 18 for months.”
I slammed the lid of the grill, regretting it immediately. He would only feed off of any frustration or discomfort I let him see. I took a deep breath and returned to my seat at the table and my still cold beer.
“Three months. That’s not that long.”
“Each one your sisters had my cock in them at the stroke of midnight.”
I looked across the backyard. Two of those sisters were in my pool with their husbands. My mother, baby sister, wife and daughter, were laying in chairs nearby, talking about something I couldn’t hear at that distance.
I hated their visits almost as much as I hated packing up my own family and coming together with them on any of their home turfs.
I didn’t reply to him. Instead, I regarded each one of my sisters. The two oldest were fine, happy, and I knew because of my dad’s big mouth, still spreading their legs for him whenever he wanted. My baby sister though, was 35, unmarried, living alone in rural Idaho far away from our hometown. Far away from our father. She acted happy, but she also didn’t answer the phone much or talk about anything more important than the weather. My gut told me all of those things were because of Dad.
“I mean,” he paused to bark out a laugh, “your wife named her Honey for Christ’s sake. Don’t act like you don’t want a taste.”
I still didn’t say anything. Instead, I picked at the label on my beer bottle where it was soft from sweat.
I’d known about my father’s special interest in his daughters before the first time he’d acted on it. He was open with me, his only son, unashamed. He’d been in my ear for over 20 years talking about how good daughter pussy is. Bragging. Tempting. Convincing. How could I not want a taste of Honey?
“I’ll do it if you won’t. Break her in for you.”
He actually reached down and grabbed the bulge of his dick through his pants. Thinking about my father fucking my daughter made me want to throw up.
“Shut the fuck up, Dad.”
His eyebrows rose and his face turned red. I thought he might give me a good backhand for old times’ sake, but then he laughed. Loudly. And that was almost worse.
“I was starting to wonder if you still had a pair of balls. I mean, if it weren’t for knocking up your wife, I never would’ve thought they were there in the first place, but man!”
I got up and went back to the grill counting the hours until my extended family would be gone again.
Later that day…
“Dad?”
I jumped. I’d been standing at the window watching everyone eat and at least act like they were enjoying their time together. I must’ve become lost in thought, I hadn’t seen or heard Honey come in.
She stood near the kitchen island in her bikini top and cutoff shorts. Her golden-brown hair had dried wildly after her time in the pool. She was smiling at me. Sweetly.
“You, ok?”
“Yeah, babe. Just thinking. Are you having fun?”
She laughed. “What do you think?”
I couldn’t help but smile back. “Probably not.”
“Yeah, probably not.”
She stepped closer, putting her hands in her pockets and I wanted her to touch me instead.
“So, is it Grandpa?”
I sighed, lifting my gaze to her eyes from where it had been trapped on her tits. “Partly.”
“What’s the other part?”
What was the other part? That I hated myself for the feelings I had towards her? That I felt dirty for wanting her exactly how my father had conditioned me to? That I was terrified he’d do something to her? That every time I looked at her, I wanted to do something to her? That I wanted to bend her over the kitchen counter just then and fuck her tight little cunt until she screamed loud enough for everyone to hear? For my father to know once and for all that his sickness was in my blood?
“I’m not sure I can talk about the other part, Honey.”
“Ok, Dad.” She looked sad for me. “They’ll be gone soon.”
I nodded, looking at the floor.
“Don’t stay in here by yourself, K? Come hang out with me if you want to avoid Grandpa.”
She didn’t know. She didn’t know how hard it was to keep my hands off of her. She didn’t know that I fought my body’s response to her every minute of the day. I was terrified of being discovered. All it would take was seeing my eyes follow her every move or noticing my cock strain against my shorts whenever she was near, and my father would win.
“Sounds good, babe.”
Later still…
I kissed my wife tenderly and stroked the hairs at her temple. We had no secrets. “I love you,” I whispered.
She smiled. “I love you too.”
I crawled out of bed having never removed my swim trunks and tshirt. I heard her roll over and settle behind me as I left the room, closing the door.
The hallway was black with night. Just a sliver of moonlight illuminated the top of the stairs. I paused at my daughter’s room and quietly opened the door enough to peer inside.
It was very dark. All I could see was a pair of raised forms on her bed. All I could hear was the endless drone of my father’s CPAP machine. Neither seemed disturbed by my curiosity, so I backed up and closed the door once again.
The AC made the hardwood cold on my bare feet as I continued down the hallway. My wife was always on me about wearing slippers if my feet were cold, but I hated every pair she’d ever bought for me.
I crept down the steps quietly to preserve the sleep of others. For the most part, my movements were silent. The staircase let me out in the living room with our kitchen and dining room just off to the right.
I could hear Honey breathing deeply on the pullout couch a few feet away. She hated giving up her bed. Claimed she couldn’t sleep on the uncomfortable mattress. I had to grin, thinking maybe I should record her little half snores to prove to her she slept just fine.
My feet carried me to the side of the couch, and I looked down at my daughter. She was so grown up. Memories flooded my head. I had loved every moment of being her dad.
I allowed my body to sit down on the edge of the thin mattress and the frame immediately squeaked. I stilled, watching Honey to see if she would wake and listening carefully in case anyone else had. There was nothing to see or hear.
She was on her back, which explained the noises she was making. Her arms were flung over her head like she was holding herself to the pillow. Nothing but a light sheet covered her regardless of the cool air.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I slipped the sheet down her body. She wore an old college tshirt of mine. It looked black in the moonlight, but it was actually navy blue. The letters across her boobs were orange.
She hadn’t become aware of me, so I slid the sheet down farther until her feet were exposed. One leg was bent slightly, while the other stretched out long and lean. She looked like a dancer in the middle of a crescendo. She was incredible.
Her legs were bare up to the hem of my shirt where it laid across the top of her thighs. I leaned to the side a little, peering up to see what lie beneath the clothing. All I could discern was something covered her sex and it was lighter than the shirt. Cotton? Satin? Lace? I really wanted to know.
Tiny goosebumps covered her thighs. I skimmed the palm of my hand over them just enough to feel the texture. I had been so in my head I hadn’t been aware of my own body, but at the first contact with her skin, my cock lurched inside my trunks. I was hard. But then again, I was always hard around my daughter.
I hovered my hand just above her leg, moving it down to nearly her ankle. There, I let it fall. My fingertips brushed her soft skin as I dragged my hand back up, wishing I was marking a trail in my wake to track all the places I touched my girl.
Over her knee, I dipped in, to stroke the inside of her thigh instead of the top. She was hotter there. My hand continued beyond the end of her shirt. It snagged on my wrist and moved with me. Sliding up her body. The tops of her thighs were the softest skin I’d ever touched.
My eyes had stayed with my hand, but soon they could see the rise and fall of her stomach as well, just in the periphery. I was there. Where it wasn’t just hotter, but damp too from skin against skin perspiration. And then…
Satin.
I lightly touched the fabric covering my daughter’s pussy. I found the seam running from one side to the other. Her clit would be just beneath that stitched ridge. I exhaled a shaky breath and pressed.
Her panties gave way where her lips parted, creating a divot for my finger to follow. I ran it down the length of the crevice until the mattress prevented any more exploration.
On the way back up, I pressed harder, easily finding her entrance. I pushed her panties in deeper hoping they’d come away wet.
“Dad?”
My eyes found those of my daughter’s, watching me closely.
“Hi, babe.” I smiled.
She smiled back. “What are you doing?”
“I couldn’t wait anymore.”
I yanked her panties to the side and found her clit. I tapped against it to a beat only she and I knew.
She bit her lip and then let the movement of her chin drag it out from between her teeth. “I love it when you do that,” she whispered.
“That’s why I do it, babe.”
I leaned in and kissed her lightly. Her arms came down until they wrapped around my neck and when I would have pulled back, she held me to her.
“Don’t go.”
I cupped her cheek with my free hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She lifted up to claim my mouth, thrusting her tongue through my lips. She loved to kiss. We would kiss for hours sometimes.
I bunched her shirt up and felt around for her nipples. Always hard for me, the way I was for her. I pulled out of her embrace and drew a tipped breast into my mouth.
She wiggled under me, grabbing the end of the t-shirt and working it over her head. I pulled back, sucking hard until her nipple popped free and then I just looked. I was always captivated by her. My girl. But I must have regarded her too long.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong?”
I sat up and she followed me, scooting her behind up the bed. We were so close. Physically and every other way.
“I’m worried, Honey.”
Her brows pinched together. “Worried about what?”
I gave her a sad smile and ran a hand over her hair. She inched closer before finding my hands with hers and holding on to me.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her head tilted, even more confused than she was before. “I don’t mean physically. I don’t want to watch you fade away like Aunt Pen.”
I dropped my head, but she wasn’t having it. She leaned over until I was forced to look at her again.
“You’re not Grandpa and I’m not Penny.” She squeezed my hands harder. When I didn’t say anything, she repeated herself, speaking like I was a child. “You. Are. Not. Him.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
I grabbed her behind the head, crushing her lips to mine, running my tongue along them and pushing through. Her fingers dug at my t-shirt, pulling and stretching it away from my body. I left her only long enough to take it off and then I was devouring her again.
Honey rolled onto her knees, making the bed groan. I had to tilt my head back to keep her sucking on my tongue. I had to keep her.
I pushed her panties down to her knees and cupped her sex. She stole her mouth away from me when I slid a finger inside her. My face was suddenly bathed in her hot, fast breath.
“Tell me you want this.” I slid my finger out and shoved it back in.
“I always want this.”
I stood up and forced my board shorts down my legs. Grabbing her around the waist, I yanked her off the bed and lowered her feet to the floor. Her silky panties slid down her legs on their own.
I kissed her again, feeling the vibration of her moan in my mouth. I had to hunch down while we kissed standing up. She was so much shorter than me. Smaller. More delicate. I didn’t want to hurt her.
I cupped her ass as she jumped into my arms. Walking backwards, my legs found the fancier armchair that no one but guests ever sat in. We crashed down into it with Honey straddling my lap.
“Tell me again.”
“I want this.”
I held my cock for her as she rose up to align us. Her tits were pressed against my face so I licked and sucked at each as hard and fast as I could. I knew we were being quiet, but our frenzy was deafening. A booming pulse echoing throughout the house.
Heat hit the tip of my cock and then I was sinking.
“Again.”
“I want you, Daddy.”
I bucked my hips, ending the sweet torture and burying myself to the hilt inside my daughter. Her fingers dove into my hair pulling the short strands between the fingers of her clenched fists.
My hips settled, losing her cunt briefly until she followed me again. She always followed me. She chased me like I fucking owned her.
“Ride me, baby.”
Her body moved. My hands at her hips moved with it. She pulled off my cock while her pussy tried to suck me back in. I gritted my teeth and rested my forehead between her tits.
“Harder, Honey. Fuck me.”
She held onto my neck and thrust her hips up and forward, only to slam back down again. She was so goddamn tight. And wet. Her pussy rained down on my cock, my balls, my thighs.
“Daddy.”
“Fucking harder, baby.”
“Oh God.”
I hoped the chair held up to the sensual violence of our fucking. Especially when she stopped bouncing to thrust on me back and forth, keeping herself full of me. Pleasuring her clit with constant contact.
She let go of me in favor of grabbing the back of the chair. Using the strength of her arms, her legs, her stomach and back, she fucked me hard. She showed me how much she wanted me. How much she could take.
“Ugh, Daddy. I’m close.”
Her movements stuttered, nothing on her mind now but giving her little clit what it needed.
I let go of her hips, refusing to control her, to force the orgasm out of her. Instead, I grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard, making her cunt squeeze me back.
“I love your cock,” she groaned.
Our eyes were locked. There was nothing else but each other.
“I love your pussy, baby.”
It was hard to whisper. So hard that I thought about screaming just to satisfy a need churning in my gut.
She grew even tighter causing me to hiss.
“I need… oh God. I need you to fuck me.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and stood. Spinning us around, I threw her down into the chair. Her back was mostly against the seat, but her head and shoulders were pressed up to the back.
I powered my hips, thrusting, fucking down into her faster than she could’ve taken me. “Like this?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
We both watched where my cock plunged inside of her over and over, her body use to all that mine could do to it.
For weeks I’d courted her giving her nothing but kisses and orgasms with my hand until she told me very matter of factly that I needed to fuck her.
“You need to fuck me. Now, Dad.”
I took her that night and nearly every one of them since, but it always felt like taking. She didn’t owe me her whole self just because I’d raised her. Loved her. Kept her full and warm for 18 years.
I’d watched my father take payment over and over from their bodies for two decades for the things any decent parent would have done out of love. He felt he’d earned the right to abuse their cunts however it took to get him off. I didn’t even try to start earning Honey until she didn’t need anything from me anymore. And I knew the job of earning her would never be done. I would never deserve her. She gifted me the opportunity to love her with my body.
“Come, Honey.”
Fuck I needed her to come, I was so close.
“You too, Daddy.” The sweet notes of her voice were higher as she climbed towards release. “Come in me.” She reached up and pulled at my head. “Kiss me and come inside.”
Her cunt gripped my cock as she tipped over and I followed her. Chased her because she was the one who owned me.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t think as my cum spilled out of me, but she was there. Gasping even as she fused her lips to mine, swallowing my shouts.
When the initial blindness cleared, I was able to pump the rest of my cum into her with punctuated thrusts. She outlasted me. Spasming around me long after I stilled. Mewling into my mouth where I continued to make love to her.
My arms went around her, matching the desperate hold she had on me. Hugging her tightly until she relaxed. Her pussy finally letting me go. I took a final sip of her mouth then pressed our foreheads together.
“I love you.”
She nodded, moving both of us. “I love you too.”
I lifted her one more time. Carrying her. Climbing into bed not giving a fuck how loud the springs wanted to cry. My body settled on my back with Honey still clinging to me.
“Don’t go,” she whispered.
Morning…
There was pounding in my dream. I was in my house, my daughter’s bedroom, and she was in my arms. But the walls pulsed and reverberated with the rhythmic beat.
All at once, my dream dissolved. I felt Honey at my side, her hair like silk on my chest. My heart was full, my cock sated. Smiling at the memory of her mouth loving my dick, sucking me off until I fed her my seed before we finally fell asleep.
On the couch.
In the living room.
Fuck.
The pounding. It wasn’t that. It was…
I opened my eyes and every muscle in my body froze.
The evil smirk on his face got bigger when he met my eyes. My father. Standing over me where I lay naked with my daughter. He was clapping.
“My turn?” He asked.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rr5q0s/father_struggles_with_family_legacy
Great story!!