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Ask Your Father Ch. 01

By: Braindard



The droning sound of tires on the road - it was a familiar and comforting sound to John, especially when it would soon lead to a beer in hand in his favorite chair by the lake.

The rambling sound of his wife's voice as she sat next to him in the car - not so soothing. He'd learned to appear engaged as she prattled on about problems at work or the things he hadn't fixed in the house. Mostly, he just loved hearing his son and daughter chatting and getting increasingly excited in the backseat as they neared their destination.

The cabin had been in the family since before John was born. He and his wife had made some significant renovations to it, and added a wing to the house a few years after their second child, Lily, was born. Now, the house was a staple of their summer vacation and a place that everybody in the family looked forward to visiting.

"Are we there yet?" Lily whined jokingly from the backseat.

"I'm not sure," his wife said, looking up from her phone, "ask your father."

"Getting close Lil," John replied, "I was thinking we take the scenic route with that great view of the lake. Should only add an hour or so to our schedule - what do you think?"

"NOOO!" both his children said in unison without a moment's hesitation. John looked over at his wife to see her smiling; they both knew he'd only said it to get a rise out of them. Everybody was eager to finally arrive and stretch their legs after a three-or-so hour drive.

Lily was already in her swimsuit; he knew she'd be of little help unloading the car once they arrived as she typically headed right for the dock. His eighteen-year-old daughter was nothing if not predictable. Beautiful too, he observed as he saw her anxious blue eyes smiling at his in the rear-view.

He'd never say it aloud, but Lily was the one he looked forward to seeing most after a long day at work. They just got along so well, probably driven by the tense relationship Lily had with her mother. Daniel, his twenty-four year old son, had become his own man since moving away for a job. John was very proud of him, but they talked nowhere near as much as he and his sweet little girl.

John knew things would change when Lily went off to college next year. He wasn't looking forward to that, or being left home alone with his wife. Most nights were spent with Lily curled up next to him watching late-night television or taking a trip out for ice cream. Lily had friends and went out some nights, but she really did seem to like spending time with him, and he felt lucky for it.

"The Murphy's are going to be here on Thursday you know," his wife's voice interrupted the pleasant thoughts he'd been having of Lily. "So I want you all to be on your best behavior, including you!" his wife, Rachel, said pointing John's way, "and especially you!" she continued, turning back to look Lily in the eye.

Of course his wife always had some kind of agenda. She'd invited her friend from the country club, Eileen Murphy, and her family to the cabin for a few days. Rachel had been dropping hints for the past week or so to both John and his daughter about how 'respectful' and 'motivated' Eileen's son Brian was. John and Rachel had been high school sweethearts, so no doubt she had designs to set their daughter up the same way. Brian was some kind of engineer and going into his senior year in college. He may have a great career in front of him, thought John, but the kid was kind of a dud. He couldn't help but agree with Lily as he watched her roll her eyes and then smirk at him in the mirror when her mother looked away.

John was remembering being in college, and as he looked at his eighteen-year-old in the backseat he prayed that she wouldn't encounter too many wildmen like he was. He felt like he'd done his absolute best to instill good instincts in Lily, and hoped that she wouldn't take on too much of his wife's "settle down with a man who makes good money" mentality. He was confident Lily would be just fine.

John made a left turn onto the familiar street with the odd antique store on the corner. They were getting close. He watched Lily sit up in the backseat, obviously excited. Her young breasts were perked up in the swimsuit, visible as her cover-up top had slipped down over her shoulder. Her tummy showed beneath the top and of course it was slender and smooth from all that yoga and other nonsense that Lily did. He knew he shouldn't be looking yet he gazed at those impossibly tiny, white shorts that were riding up and leaving about ninety-nine percent of her long legs open to view. Lily was staring out the window in anticipation, so she couldn't catch him staring; John had to pull his eyes away. He was starting to worry about the fix-up that his wife had planned for her this week, thinking that Brian the boring engineer would probably find her irresistible.

As soon as the car came to a stop in the wooded driveway that led up to the cabin, both of the rear doors to the car flew open. His two kids were in full-sprint to the water before he could even get out to yell after them. 'Oh well,' he thought, grabbing the discarded wrapper and coffee from his center console and walking with his wife at his side to the front door. He watched Lily and Daniel hopping on one foot as they stripped off their clothes at the edge of the dock.

Their laughs spread a warm, comforting feeling through his chest, and the jingle of the keys in his hands meant they had finally arrived. Pushing the door open, the smell of the old cabin flooded his nostrils and their vacation began.

John and his wife got the bare minimum from the car, leaving the rest for their two rascals before they grabbed a beer from the cooler and settled down on the sundeck. They probably had a lot of work to do getting the place in tip-top shape, but it could wait.

"...I'm not saying she's going to marry him," argued his wife after they'd been out on the deck chatting for a while, "I'm just saying it wouldn't hurt for her to meet a nice boy who had his head on straight like Brian."

John wasn't going to argue with her about it, it wasn't worth it. "Well, don't expect me to be forcing any kind of interaction with him on Lily," he warned her, "last time they met she didn't seem too keen on him."

"Well she just doesn't know a good boy with a bright future when she sees him."

"She's only just turned eighteen Rachel, I don't expect her to."

Truthfully, John wasn't going to force any interaction on Lily because he didn't want to jeopardize the time she'd spend with him. His daughter was sure to be his favorite part of their vacation, so he'd be damned if his wife's obnoxious friend or her uninteresting son stood in the way.

His wife hardly listened to him, and went on about how Eileen had told her that Brian was a wonderful writer and that he was the chairman of some club in his college. Smile and nod, smile and nod, John repeated in his head.

After an hour or so, Lily and Daniel came ambling up to the porch. Lily's dark brown hair was soaking wet and dripping down onto her youthful frame. No way is she wearing that bikini when our guests get here, John swore to himself. Lily must have had that bikini since she was fourteen, because despite her slender form, she simply filled it out too well. He was pretty sure her breasts were a 32C in a suit three sizes too small; they looked like they could pop out of her suit at any second in that top that she'd had since she was just a girl. The bottoms too, they were much too small to contain her cute little butt.

"What's the matter honey," John said to Lily, "are your parents depriving you so much that we haven't bought you a new bathing suit since the sixth grade?"

Lily looked down at her suit, directing his eyes to her mounded breasts and the beads of water still rolling down between them.

"Sorry daddy, I just always liked this one," she reasoned.

"I don't think it's too bad John," his wife interjected, "I think you should wear it when Brian gets here too, let him see you're all grown up."

John shook his head, and Lily quickly walked away. He hoped Rachel wasn't going to be doing this all week.

"Give it rest, will ya?" John asked her as he watched Lily saunter off. His wife just shrugged.

"Don't forget to unload the rest of the car!" John called after his kids as they went inside, hearing them grumble in unison.

Everybody eventually got around to doing the necessary tasks to get their cabin in order. John had to take off the storm windows, bring some things out from storage, replace a few light bulbs and then he and Daniel got the boat in the water. Lily helped him fix a few posts on the dock, and thankfully she'd put her top back on so he could focus on the task at hand. As usual they were laughing and horse-playing the whole time.

"Daaaaaaad!" Lily yelled when he splashed her as he hopped down into the water.

"Liiiiiillly...." John mocked, "quit your whining and give me a hand.

He pretended to look away as the young brunette stripped off her top. John's ability to focus would be short lived, apparently. She hopped in next to him and watched as her father submerged to grab the post as low as possible. She had helped him many times before so she knew where to hold the platform and such, but she was always impressed at how strong he was to pull the pole out of the muck and how long he was able to hold his breath. The water always got so murky so she couldn't tell if her dad was making any progress.

"Ooouuuph..." Lily cried as she felt hands on her waist.

Her legs were quickly swept out from under her and she only had time to take one gasp of air before the water enveloped her.

When Lily came up, rubbing water from her eyes and taking a deep breath, she found her father grinning with pride.

"You jerk!" she cursed him, smacking him on the chest. Her hand connected with a thud; she knew it was because her father was diligent about his workouts.

"That's no way to talk to your father," John scolded her,

"Then you shouldn't be such a child and drown your daughter when she's trying to help you!"

John laughed and pulled his daughter against him, feeling her bikini covered chest heaving while she caught her breath. Her fingers snaked around his side and they joined in an impromptu hug. It lingered long enough that Lily felt the warmth from her father's manly frame against her in the cool water.

"I love you dad," she said, looking up into his eyes.

"Aww," he replied, "I love you too Lil'."

Her dad was the only one she let call her that. "I'm so excited for vacation in with you. Can we hang out just the two of us on this vacation?"

"Of course honey," John replied, "did you ask your mother what she had planned for the week?"

"Yep," Lily affirmed cutely.

"And what did she say?"

"What she always says: ask your father."

"Well in that case, we can spend as much time together as you want."

Lily smiled again and they finally ended the embrace. She couldn't know, fortunately, but John was aware that having the teenager pressed against him for so long was causing a reaction beneath the surface of the water. He'd have to be careful to avoid that.

John swiftly lifted his little girl out of the water by her waist, surprising her again with his strength. As he set her down on the dock, his eyes were close to level with those undersized bottoms, and again he found himself remembering what it was like to be her age and constantly daydreaming about sexy young girls and what would undoubtedly be a tight little opening within those bottoms. Lily's lower half was every bit as alluring as any young girl he remembered from when he was her age, and her legs had just the right amount of tone. John was tempted to run his hand up from her knees to that forbidden place he shouldn't even have been looking at, until he snapped out of his fantasy and went back to repairing the dock.

Each moment that passed with Lily, John was all the more glad to hear that his little girl wanted to spend time with him alone on their vacation. He felt closer to her than ever, almost forgetting that they weren't the only people who'd made the drive until he heard his wife call them in for dinner.

Lily felt much the same way, starting to realize the fact that she'd be out of the house for college soon and no longer able to spend time with her dad like she loved doing. She felt truly bad that she'd be leaving her dad without anybody but her mother to keep him company. Their relationship wasn't awful, but it was strained over the last few years and Lily was worried that her Dad would be lonely without her around. He was such a good man; he didn't deserve all of the nagging that her mother subjected him to, especially since he was the one working so hard to provide for everybody. She intended to be really good to her dad this weekend, so if nothing else they both remembered her last summer as fondly as possible. She held his hand as they walked back up to the house, smiling at him and looking into his eyes intently while he gazed back.

Later that night, as Lily was helping her mother do the dishes, Rachel brought up her friend's son Brian again. After the same spiel about him being good husband material and respectful and such, Lily got to speak:

"Mom, I don't know if I even like him, And even if I did, what am I supposed to do about it?"

"Lily, I'm not saying you have to fall in love with him, I'm just telling you that you'd do well to figure out what a good man is like. A good man who respects women and will make good money to provide for your family - like Brian."

"Ooookayyyy," Lily responded, "And what about him, how do I know he'll like me back?"

"Well you can start by behaving, not fighting with your brother, and doing your chores when asked while the Murphy's are around. But all men like different things, why don't you ask your father? You two seem to be getting along all buddy-buddy today I'm sure he can tell you how to talk to Brian."

Lily's mother seemed to be done with that conversation, and it couldn't have come sooner. Essentially, she was just done telling her daughter about how great this boy was and she'd made up her mind about whether he was good enough for her daughter. 'Why don't you just be with him or something,' Lily thought, imagining how that would leave her dad's attention almost entirely to her. She felt guilty about wishing ill on her mother, but certainly wouldn't mind being the center of her dad's world.

So, later that night when their mother had gone to bed, and Daniel was off somewhere talking to a girl on the phone, Lily decided to talk to her dad about getting boys' attention.

Lily had, as usual, pulled her knees up tight and was tucked under her father's arm on a couch within the screened-in porch.

"Hey dad?" she started when there was a quiet moment.

"Yes sweetie?" John replied. Lily loved the deep sound of his voice and the way that he was so calm and ponderous as he looked out over the lake.

"So... I was talking to mom today and she brought up that boy again," Lily told him

"Big surprise there," John said with a note of attitude. Lily giggled

"I asked her how to make a boy like me and she said..."

"Wait," John interrupted, "let me guess: ask your father?"

"Yup," replied Lily as she looked up at her dad.

"Well what do you want to know?"

Lily thought for a minute, "how do I talk to him?"

It might have seemed like a simple question to John, but he understood why his little girl would ask it.

"Hmmm..." John started, "well to be honest, you don't need to do much more than you do with me. Ask him questions about himself, tell him what you're interested in, and definitely smile. You know you have a pretty smile right?"

As was intended, John got to see a big smile on his daughter's face. She nuzzled her head into the crook of his arm and he pulled her in tight.

"Just be yourself honey, and don't worry about always being chatty; let the conversation come naturally."

"I'd rather just talk to you than some dumb boy that Mom is pushing on me!" Lily complained.

"Well I can't do much to help you with your mother, but you can talk to me whenever you like Lil'." John assured his teenager.

They were quiet for a moment. Lily didn't really feel like she needed to talk to anyone on this vacation other than her dad. And just like he said, the conversation came naturally; yet she could just be silent in his arms and it felt perfectly alright.

"Do you think he'll be attracted to me?"

"Ha," John laughed, then looked down at his little girl to see a confused look on her face. "Oh don't worry sweetie, I only laugh because I'd be shocked if he didn't."

"What do you mean daddy?" Lily asked innocently. He couldn't tell if she was feigning innocence or not.

"Lily, not all girls your age look the way you do..." John said, seeing that his daughter still didn't fully understand. He was glad to have a few beers in him, otherwise the words might not have come as easily. "You see... you are a very pretty girl, you have a lot of... features that boys... and men find attractive."

Lily was surprised her father was being so candid with her, and yet she was positively flattered. John's eighteen-year-old hadn't really considered that her father might find her pretty, but here he was admitting it to her. Lily felt an inexplicable urge to prop herself up, smooth out her top and not slouch so much, like she needed to live up to her father's image of her or something. It was a similar feeling to the way she felt when she'd caught a boy on the football team staring at her from the sideline, except she was more nervous with her dad. The tiny brunette felt slightly confused about her feelings.

"I think you're just saying that because you have to daddy," Lily protested, "If I wasn't your daughter I bet you wouldn't."

John laughed again, "If you weren't my daughter I'd probably be saying something much different."

John almost put his hands to his mouth, like if he moved fast enough he could stop the words from blurting out. But it was too late, his daughter had already heard them. Thankfully, she didn't look too taken aback, she couldn't truly know what he'd meant by the beer-induced slip of the tongue.

Lily just let the words hang in the air, which made her father anxious to know if she'd read into them. Looking down at her beneath his arm, John knew his confession had been completely truthful, but hearing himself say it aloud was a strange feeling. Even harder to grasp was the deep, welling feeling in his chest as Lily smiled at him unassumingly. God did he love his beautiful daughter, thought John. The promise of spending two weeks with her close at hand was a most rewarding thought. If he could just keep his more inappropriate thoughts at bay, John knew this vacation would be one to remember.

He didn't know what time it was when the two of them had finally drifted off to sleep, but he certainly remembered Lily whispering that she loved him as her eyes closed and her tight little body began to go limp at his side. The moon shone bright and crickets were abuzz when he opened his eyes again and decided to carry Lily to bed.

John was intimately aware, as he picked up his slumbering daughter, that she was still wearing that damned bikini. As he lifted Lily and found himself unable to adjust his hands without waking her, John felt his hand securely palming one soft cheek of Lily's butt. Obviously, he hadn't intended it yet couldn't help savoring the feeling of her teen bottom.

John's mind wandered as he carried the sleeping brunette carefully through the cabin and upstairs to her room. He was thinking of his favorite position: the wife riding him and his hands aggressively holding her ass while she did... man did John wish it hadn't been so long since he and Rachel had sex like that. There was no helping it as the image of Lily in his wife's place crossed his mind. He doubted his little girl had ever done anything like that; she better not have. But, as rambunctious as she was Lily would probably be sexier atop him than his wife ever was. John would certainly enjoy finding out.


Ask Your Father Ch. 02



Lily felt like she'd been on cloud nine for the past few weeks. Every day she got dizzy spells thinking about the time she was spending with her dad. After vacation she worried that their time together would dwindle as the summer came to an end; instead he'd been so attentive and available for her. It wasn't exactly difficult for John either, since their relationship had... changed on vacation, he was essentially spending every minute thinking of his beautiful, eighteen-year-old daughter that he wasn't utterly focused on something else.

Change was not quite the right word for what had happened on vacation between Lily and John. Almost two weeks ago it had begun with an innocent round of questioning by the little brunette on the porch of their family cabin during the yearly vacation. Lily later admitted that that night had set her on course to try and seduce her dad, and John admitted that he'd imagined making love to her long and many times before that.

Since they'd gotten home either John, Lily or both of them had been insatiable in their desire for each other. Now that John had gotten his hands on his daughter's perfect little body and heard her gasp when he was inside of her, he was tortured when unable to show his affection. They had to be so careful, making sure not to do anything that might reveal them around Lily's mother or anyone else who knew them.

And Lily was beyond incorrigible. Having asked her dad all kinds of questions about what he liked best about a woman and she could wear to turn him on, she would dangle herself in front of him shamelessly. Of course she knew that she'd pay for it later when he could finally ravage her, usually late at night when Rachel, John's wife, had gone to bed.

Just a few days before Lily had gotten him so worked up in the morning that he'd had to come home from work after he knew his wife had left the house just to teach her another lesson. As he drank his morning coffee, Lily sauntered around the kitchen in only a towel, bending over and revealing her bare, pink opening to him when she knew her mother wasn't looking.

John had driven all the way to work, set his things down at his desk and sat down in his chair before realizing that there would be no way he could work until he'd shot his load inside that damned naughty teenager he had the pleasure of calling his daughter. And when he got home, finding her perched in the same towel on the couch like she knew he'd be coming back home... It was hardly a minute before he had her towelless, on her back and begging him to cum inside of her on the family room floor.

There was also the added complexity that both Lily and her father wanted her pregnant. It was hard to explain: the forbiddenness of succeeding and the fact that they both wanted it beyond a shadow of a doubt.

"Mmmmph... oh fuck," Lily moaned as her father thudded against her hips, forcing her against the carpet, "Cum for me daddy....ohgodddd I want it. Cum in my pussy daddy.... unhhhghh."

A pregnant Lily would complicate things... significantly. John knew his daughter probably couldn't see everything that would have to change, regardless of how many times she assured him she did. So John took it upon himself to begin making plans. He didn't like the idea of taking off to some foreign country where it was legal and they could be open about who they were to each other. But John didn't have any family left to miss him if he moved somewhere else in the country. Heck, he and Lily could simply be a married couple with a bit of an age discrepancy if they just found a nice place to settle down and kept their names. Rachel's side of the family certainly wasn't anything John or Lily wanted to stick around for; perhaps they really could be happy elsewhere.

But they didn't have to cross that bridge just yet. Much as they wanted it, they didn't even know if Lily was pregnant yet. Every time John released a flood of sperm into his baby, she'd ask excitedly:

"Do you think that was it Dad? Do you think we're pregnant yet?"

John loved the way his daughter thought about things. Where his wife had always said "I'm the one who's pregnant," or "I'm carrying our child," Lily saw things completely differently. To her, it was the two of them, together. She certainly wanted her dad in many ways, but one of them was as the father of their child. Each time they had sex, he would assure Lily that he was going to be there for her no matter what. When she'd ask if they were pregnant yet, he'd say 'maybe,' and sometimes just thinking about it would have him hard and buried in his sweet young daughter again within minutes.

About a week after they returned from vacation, John had to go away for a few days on business. Lily was dreading the absence of her father to tuck her in each night, and John would fall asleep feeling cold on the side his teenager usually occupied, snuggled up against him and breathing adorably as she fell asleep.

On the second night he was gone, Lily was restless beyond belief. After lying awake for an hour, grabbing a late-night snack, and watching a little TV, she still could not imagine going to sleep. Usually she would have expended quite a bit of energy riding her daddy, thrusting her hips back and forth until she howled into her hand while she came. Nothing would satisfy her like that until she had her dad back inside of her, but Lily did have one naughty thought that might help her. Wondering if her dad was awake, Lily headed to the bathroom upstairs by her room.

After closing the door behind her Lily reached to her waist, taking hold of the bottom of the army green, close-fitting tank top she was wearing. Pulling it up and over her head, Lily felt the cold air raising goosebumps on her breasts as they jiggled free. Thinking of the way her dad would pinch each nipple between his fingers or nibble on them while she squirmed in excitement, Lily's nubs quickly stood at attention. Next she slid out of the painted-on workout shorts she liked so much, knowing her dad would probably prefer her that way.

Lily felt unbelievably naughty as she grabbed her phone from where she had set it on the counter. She'd never done anything like this before; her skin was practically crawling with excitement as she looked in the mirror and opened the camera app on her phone.

John had just gone to bed. He lay awake in the unfamiliar hotel bed experiencing some of the same anxiety that his little girl was having a couple hundred miles away. He'd promised himself that he'd not get himself off without the assistance of his teenage daughter while he was gone, wanting instead to save up so he could shoot as much cum into Lily as possible when he returned. Odd as it was, Lily loved when he finally removed his cock from her fertile opening and she could watch the white substance peek out and then run down her thigh, He wanted nothing more than to make her happy.

Buzzzzzzzz.

John's phone lit up on the nightstand and shuffled around as it vibrated against the hard surface. Who could be contacting him this late?

When he reached over and saw the name on the screen was his daughter's, John's heart skipped a beat. John wasn't behind the times or anything, he just didn't use his phone the way most people did those days. Still, even reading this daughter's name was enough to make blood pressure spike.

Then he opened the message.

Instantly John's draw dropped. Every time he laid eyes on his beautiful daughter, John was in disbelief. This time was no different. His own baby girl stood in the bathroom he knew all too well (Lily had been in not too different of a position at that very countertop days ago, except being impaled by her father from behind with her hands shakily holding her up as she felt him push his cock all the way inside her.

She was totally naked in the photo, and the soft glow of the light fixture shone on her beautifully. But damn her, the little tease had covered both her breasts and put a hand over her mound so he couldn't see anything. Her teenage breasts were more than visible, spilling out around the arm that covered them, but both her nipples were obscured. Lily's nipples were one of his favorite things, so tiny and always tender for him to pinch and make her squeal. And the other hand, covering the place he dreamed about frequently throughout the day. All his life, John had never known or felt something as good and right as it did when he was inside Lily's quim. And there she was, covering it so he couldn't see.

But it didn't matter, because the photo was so sexy that he realized he couldn't have asked for more. Every inch of Lily was smooth and toned. Her skin was even more tanned and glowing from the vacation time in the sun. She'd turned just a bit so he could see the rounded cheek of her cute butt; John was reminded of the other day when he'd spanked her and Lily was climaxing within seconds. Everything about the picture had John's mouth watering, and the text that came with it read:

-- Mad at you, who's going to take care of me tonight? --

On her face was a pouty and yet mischievous look, one so alluring that John considered getting in the car immediately to go home and appease his young daughter. Instead he sleepily moved his fingers to respond.

> Bad girl, sending naked pictures on your phone 

Only a few seconds passed before John's phone buzzed again:

-- What are you going to do about it? --

> Maybe I'll give you another spanking 

A longer pause this time...

-- I like it when you spank me...=) --

John had never really done much texting before; he'd never had much of a reason to. But as he thought of a retort for his daughter, he found his heart beating quickly and he decided that this kind of texting was definitely enjoyable.

> When did you become such a trouble-maker? 

-- Probably when I first felt your cock and you squirted all your sticky cum on my belly --

Holy shit, thought John, he wasn't exactly expecting this kind of banter from his baby girl. After all, the text messages preceding these on his phone weren't much more than 'what's for dinner,' or 'what time will you be home?' John was still adjusting to seeing Lily as a lover as well as his daughter. She was always playful, and he admired the way her unfettered thoughts and words just came pouring out, but seeing or hearing the teenage say things like "your cock," or "fuck me" still made him wince like he should be protective of her. The puzzled state of his love for Lily was something John was beginning to crave. 

Lily must have grown restless waiting for his response because soon his phone buzzed again:

-- What are you thinking about daddy? --

> I'm thinking about what I'm going to do to you when I get home 

-- Oh yeah? What do you want to do to me daddy. --

> I have a few things in mind... 

-- Please, you have to tell me. I can't go to sleep until you do --

> I'm going to come home early from my trip, when your mom is still at work. 

Then he waited, knowing it would torture Lily to be left hanging. Lily had made her way back to her bed by then and was lying down on top of the covers, too preoccupied to get underneath. She didn't intend for the picture to start the two of them sexting, but now that he was playing along Lily was sporting a big smile and her fingers had made their way down to her pair or purple cotton underwear. When she felt the taut fabric where she wanted her dad to be, it was already very wet. But her dad was taking too long, he was probably just a slow texter.

-- AAAND? --

> You'll be in the kitchen, making a snack. But for some reason you forgot to wear any clothes. 

-- I can be so forgetful sometimes --

> I'll want to take things slow, but I've waited too long 

-- You're always so patient with me daddy --

> Not this time 

-- Sometimes you intimidate me, you're so strong and I'm still just your baby.--

> I don't mean to, you just bring it out in me honey 

-- I didn't say I don't like it. --

> Good, because I don't think I can be so gentle the next time I see you 

-- Hoping you won't be. --

-- You didn't finish the story dad. What happens when you find me in the kitchen --

> I drop my bags on the spot, you hear me and turn around 

-- I'd be nervous it wasn't you, cuz I'll be naked and vulnerable --

> Lock all the doors before you take off your clothes for me honey 

-- I'll be naked for you all day, waiting--

-- What's next daddy?--

> I walk over to you, as slowly as I can manage, put my hands on your bare hips, and lift you up on the countertop 

-- God I love it when you do that --

-- The countertop will be cold on my butt daddy, but I won't care cuz I'm so excited for what you'll do next --

> What do you want me to do? 

-- I bet your big cock will be sticking out in your pants like it always does. I can't wait for you to take them off --

Lily's phone sat silent for a moment. And then another. And then one more.

-- Daddy? Did you fall asleep? I'm all wet now and I want you to tell me what you're gonna do to me! --

> I'll show you when I'm home on Monday baby, I'm saving myself for you until then 

-- UGHH! No fair dad, you got me all excited! --

> ...Monday. Goodnight honey 

John knew he was driving Lily crazy, but he liked it that way. There was nothing more exciting than when the eighteen-year-old was riled up and hungry for sex. Just the other day she'd been out late with her friends and John hadn't seen her since the morning. When Lily came home, a little tipsy, John hardly had time so say hello before she'd straddled him on the couch and put her hands on his cock. They were lucky Rachel went to bed early that night because Lily had her dad stuck up inside her right there on the couch after a few moments of lust-filled making out and touching.

Lily was no dummy, but even though she knew what her dad was doing she wasn't able to just set it out of her mind. Still, she felt better than before, missing her dad a little less with the knowledge that he wanted her as bad as she wanted him. It took a while, but both Lily and her father dozed off thinking only of each other.

The next days were equally torturous. Lily sent two more pictures, one of her wearing a new bathing suit, and one of her in just a sheet. When he opened the second, he was in a meeting and nearly choked on his coffee. Lily looked like an angel in a bed of white, and she'd turned her hips to cover her young pussy with a curled leg. The sheet only covered a small portion of her breasts, and as John ignored the guy speaking at the moment, he dreamed of how he would get between her toned legs and thrust into his daughter hard enough that she'd find herself pressed deep into the sheets.

The whole drive back John was fixated on thoughts of his beautiful daughter and how much fun they would have when he got home. He wondered if Lily would really be walking around naked all day. She probably was; or at least he hoped so, pressing the pedal a little closer to the floor as he anticipated it.

Sure enough, as John opened the door to the house, he could hear someone moving around in the kitchen. He couldn't help that all the anticipation and imaginings had him hard before he'd even opened the door.

It was indeed Lily at the countertop when he entered the kitchen, but she wasn't naked. She had on a t-shirt and tiny pair of running shorts. Though he would have liked to find his pretty teenager ready to have some ravenous sex like they'd texted about, she looked perfect and desirable in what she was wearing too. But she didn't turn around for him when he dropped his things.

As John approached her from behind he could sense that something was off. He carefully put his hands on her arms, savoring the feeling of touching her again and glad she didn't flinch or shrug off his touch. He came up close to her and peeked his head around to see the side of her face.

A tear rolled onto the top of her soft cheek and though he didn't know what for, John instantly felt his heart break for her.

"Oh honey," he said, bringing a finger to her cheek and wiping away the drop, "what's the matter Lily?"

Lily sobbed once, sucking in a quick gasp as she choked back more tears.

"I got my period two days ago... I'm so sorry daddy!"

John's heart leapt again, glad that nothing worse had caused his lovable brunette to cry. He hugged her close, intending to reassure her when she kept talking,

"I was so excited for us to be pregnant and to be all ready for you like I promised when you got home...*sob*... and this ruins everything!"

Her head was spinning. John could see it in her eyes, and he had to fight a quiet chuckle seeing his daughter so distraught about something she needn't be.

"Sweetheart," he said, taking her face in his hands and turning her toward him, "It's okay! It's not the end of the world. It's not the end of anything."

She looked up at him with big eyes and waited for him to say more.

"First of all, I will wait for you forever if I have to. I love you, and whenever you can or want to sleep together or don't is just fine with me." Lily seemed to be warming up word by word, but she still seemed upset about something.

"But we tried so many times daddy... and I'm not pregnant! It's my fault I know it!"

This time John did have to laugh, and he took Lily tight against his chest, recalling how much he missed the feeling. The tight shirt must have been supportive enough for her because Lily didn't bother to wear a bra and he could feel her young breasts against him.

"Lily, it's not your fault at all. Aww, were you worried about telling me this for the last few days?"

Lily shook her head yes.

"Honey, sometimes it takes a few months of trying before you get pregnant. From the timing of things, it looks like we might have started a little late anyway."

Again, Lily's eyes brightened.

"I don't know about you, but I'm willing to try a thousand more times if it's with my beautiful daughter."

Lily threw her arms around her dad, wiping the last tears off on his shirt and trying to give him as big a hug as possible.

"I love you so much daddy," she said, holding him.

Cradling her head, John held his daughter close and reveled in how deeply he loved her. Being Lily's father and lover was said to be wrong in so many ways, but it didn't feel wrong. As he held her, John felt like he'd been opened up to the deepest, most meaningful connection he'd ever felt with somebody before, and the fact that it was his own eighteen-year-old daughter was simply circumstance. Of course, he'd not allowed himself the feeling before the pretty brunette was of age, but she was truly an adult now and he felt their desires and willingness were unquestionably balanced.

John had shared feelings such as he was having with his daughter in the days past. Lily greatly admired how much it mattered to her dad that she was content and comfortable with everything that was going on. Lily knew she was inexperienced, or completely without experience until she gave her dad her virginity a few weeks prior, but she wasn't dumb. One of those nights she'd spent curled up in his arms she'd told him:

"I don't need to be older or more experienced or anything else to know how I feel dad." John's eyes had gotten big with surprise and admiration.

"I love you. I want to be with you and be yours. I know what it feels like now to love somebody enough to want a baby with them, and that's how I feel about you."

That would have been enough for John, but his daughter showed him that she wanted him in other ways too. She was adventurous and spunky and wanted to try everything in bed with him. She wanted him to do everything he'd ever wanted to her (within reason) and that's probably what made him absolutely crazy about her.




Ask Your Father Ch. 02



Rachel was never willing to do doggy with him; Lily loved arching her back and sticking up her butt so he could easily enter her from behind. Rachel refused to use her mouth on him, though she loved when he did, and Lily seemed to love licking him all over and getting him as hard as possible before begging him to fuck her. Lily also loved risking getting caught. Though he hadn't gotten a chance, John suspected his daughter would probably like to try having sex in public; he fully intended to satisfy her if that was the case.

As the thoughts raced through John's mind, he held his anxious teenager in his arms and felt her breathing regularize.

"I was so excited for you to come home and fuck me on the counter daddy. I'm sorry we can't." She said sincerely.

"It's really okay Lil', I think we'll survive."

"I don't know if I can though," Lily continued, backing away to look at her dad, "I want you too badly."

John just smiled, seeing a hint of the same insatiable sex drive in his daughter that he often felt. And Lily wasn't kidding, because before he could retort, she started to slip down between his arms until she came to rest perched in front of him.

"Do you want me to suck your cock daddy?"

She often did this now, seeing how excited her dad would get when she played up the daughter role.

"Oh daaad," she said, rubbing her hand over the bulge in his pants that had been there since he walked in the house, "is this all big and hard for me?"

"So bad daddy! You want your daughter to put your cock in her mouth don't you?"

As she spoke, Lily reached behind her head and wrapped her thick brown hair in a ponytail. Then she slowly and deliberately unbuckled her dad's pants and pushed them to the ground. John didn't interfere. The sight was too perfect to disrupt. In seconds that felt like hours, Lily finally pulled his boxer briefs down and his cock sprung free.

"Do you want me to take my shirt off daddy?"

John just shook his head 'yes,' and she obliged him. Even watching her grab the shirt and pull it up with two arms, slowly, over her head was enough to make his cock jump. She looked incredible, kneeling in front of him with only a tall pair of white socks and tiny athletic shorts and now her naked, young chest on display for her father. He wasn't going to last long.

And when Lily grabbed him at the base of his cock and swallowed at least half of his length, John worried he'd cum all too soon. She kept eye contact as she blew him, bobbing her head back and forth, her perfect breasts quivering with each stroke. John's daughter got better every time she blew him.

"Good girl, keep doing that," John said as Lily used her fingers to massage his balls. Where she picked that up, he had no idea, but it felt so incredible he was near within seconds of her careful hands caressing him.

Breaking eye contact for a second, Lily plunged as deep as she could onto her dad's cock, feeling it touch her near the back of her mouth before she couldn't fit any more. He was just too big. She got him all nice and wet as she pulled back and sucked eagerly at his tip. John groaned aloud as Lily encircled his tip with her tongue and then finally pulled her head back to look adorably up at him.

"I love your cock so much daddy," she said, working her hand down using all the saliva she'd left on him. "Are you gonna cum for me?"

"Yes...ughh.... fuck Lil'"

"Will you cum on my tits daddy? Please?" she said with giant, fawning eyes. Lily bit her lip and stroked him more firmly.

"Come on dad, I want it," she looked down to make sure she was stroking him right and pointing his head at her chest. When she heard John beginning to gasp she looked back up with a furrowed brow and watched him get tossed over the edge by her incredible stroking.

When the first, pent up jet of cum splashed out, Lily gasped in astonishment. Her dad couldn't keep his eyes down on her; as hard as he tried, his still head rolled back and he began to cum all over his daughter's chest. A second spurt landed right between Lily's perky breasts, and then another, and another. Lily directed it all over her, relishing the warm streams of her daddy's sperm all over her.

John eventually gathered himself to look and found himself mesmerized by his fixated little girl still stroking him so she could keep watching his forbidden spunk cover another streak of her bare, youthful skin. Seeing her so satisfied to have her dad's cum squirted haphazardly all over her was yet another moment John hoped to remember for the rest of his life. She looked so beautiful, her face a bit flushed from the effort, still perched athletically on her knees and slowly moving her hand on his yet rigid member.

When Lily looked up, she couldn't hide the proud smile on her face, which, in tandem with the sight of her eighteen-year-old tits covered in cum nearly made him orgasm again. Lily giggled when she watched her dad wince as her hand came in contact with his tingling head.

"I think you needed that daddy, look how much you came on my boobs!" She reached down and squeezed them together to show them off.

The sight was almost too much for him; John felt weak in the knees with desire for the tiny brunette.

"Wanna take a picture of me daddy?" Lily said, raising her eyebrows.

John was once again stunned. His daughter amazed him in one way or another every single day and he just couldn't get enough. Reaching down to the pants Lily had just taken off of him, John grabbed his phone.

"You are unbelievable sweetie," John said.

"I like being naughty for you dad," Lily said, "Sometimes I just wanna be your slutty little daughter," she continued, a little embarrassed.

John held up his phone and aimed it down at Lily, wishing so badly he could just pick her up and fuck her until he spent an equally large load in her needy insides.

"Show me what a slutty little daughter looks like then Lily,"

Excitedly, Lily arched her back to stick out her incredible breasts, once again squeezing them together to show off the spunk that was splattered atop them. She bit her lip and turned her eyebrows downward like a puppy who knew she'd done something wrong. As John snapped the picture, he already knew that it would be one he looked at countless times in the future. The photogenic little teen only needed one take, she wore his cum and that adorable look of naughtiness perfectly for her daddy as he snapped the shot.

"And when we can again daddy," Lily said, standing up finally and running a finger from the bottom of his cock all the way to the tip where one last bit of cum remained, "I want you to fuck me like your slutty little daughter too."

With that she licked her finger to taste her dad's semen, looking boldly at him the whole time.

In his state of haste and preoccupation with getting home to his daughter, John hadn't quite kept track of time. He'd gotten on the road later than he intended, and now it was near dinner time, right about the time his wife usually arrived home from work. So when the rumbling of the garage door came, John knew it would be only a moment or two before his wife came barging in through the door next to the kitchen.

"Uh oh," Lily said.

But there was something off in her voice. Something she knew that he didn't. John had pulled up his pants almost instantaneously when the sound came, but Lily hadn't even attempted to cover up or make herself scarce. Again, Lily's eyes met his daringly.

"Lily!" John cried, "Your mother,"

Lily shook her head 'no.'

John was in a state of absolute terror. He reached out for his topless and cum-splattered daughter; maybe he could push her into a hiding spot before his wife made it into the kitchen.

But she dodged him, stepping back before he could grab her.

"What are you doing?!" he said as quietly but seriously as he could.

Lily looked back at the door and then at her father, "you aren't the only one who's been busy these last few days daddy."

With that, she raised her eyebrows and the door opened.

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It was something Lily saw on vacation. It was subtle, but Lily just happened to look at the right moment. Only a touch, a hand on a thigh for the briefest moment that had clued her in. But Lily had seen it, and apparently nobody else had.

Her mother and friend Eileen had been sitting in the back of the boat when Rachel reached out to touch her best friend on the thigh. She must not have thought anyone would see, but she was wrong. As Lily's mom moved her hand to caress Eileen's thigh and then removed it while gazing at her the entire time, Lily quickly realized that this was not just a friendly vacation for the two mothers.

How could she not have seen it? How did they manage to hide it so well? How long had it been going on? What was IT in the first place?

Lily had been so preoccupied thinking about the tryst with her father the night before or how she wanted him to fuck her the next day that she hadn't been paying close enough attention. Perhaps if Lily could hide the fact that she had her dad's cum running down her inner thigh at dinner, her mother could do the same with whatever was going on between her and that loud, obnoxious friend of hers.

It was too early to tell her dad. Plus, despite the fact that she was doing everything she could to keep her dad happy, Lily didn't think she needed to imply his wife was cheating on him, at least not until she had some proof.

Immediately Lily began to scheme. She hated having to hide her new relationship with her dad. What if she could somehow find a way to reveal it all? Just the thought of having sex with her daddy in another room with her mom's knowledge made Lily wet with anxiousness. She had to investigate.

But they gave her nothing. Not a night spent in the same bed, not a stolen kiss or a few words when Lily was just within earshot. They were practiced at this, it must have been going on a long time. It made sense. Her mother's image was everything to her: so proud of her children, her successful marriage to a now-wealthy man, her social life... she was even outspokenly judgmental of divorcees and cheaters and such. Perhaps it was all just guilt and a cover-up for what was really going on.

Lily wondered if she had been wrong, maybe the touch was just an accident. And they'd only given her the most subtle indications that there was something between them for the rest of the vacation. She had begun to let her guard down when something stuck out to her after they'd gotten home.

"Going shopping!" Her mother had announced one day on her way out the door.

That would be completely normal for her...usually.

But the day before Rachel had given her daughter the credit card she always used for shopping. Lily's mom never forgot that card; if there was even a chance she might need it Rachel would be all over the forgetful teenager to have it back.

Lily's senses were on high alert. It was only her at home, and the other car was in the garage. Her dad had been gone a few days already and her brother had gone back to his apartment in the city the day they got back from vacation. If she hurried she could follow her mom to the "mall" and see for herself what was going on.

Minutes later, Lily was in the car following as far away as she could while her mom went in the complete opposite direction of the mall. Yep, something was up.

She followed her to the next suburb over, and as Lily entered it her heart began to race; it was the suburb where Eileen lived.

The next hour or so went down exactly as Lily might have expected. She felt like a private investigator in one of those reality TV shows: snooping around, taking pictures through windows. It worked out perfectly, like she was meant to have followed her mom that afternoon. It was a warm day, so Lily even got some videos through an open window..

Most of it was totally gross to Lily. She had no interest in women, or in seeing what two women did to pleasure each other, especially not her mother and another forty-something suburban housewife. But still she watched, she photographed and she recorded what was obviously not the first time her mother and her long-time female friend had been together. Lily felt particularly justified when she caught on tape a conversation the two of them had about Lily and her dad:

"...they don't know anything." Rachel had said, getting dressed in the bedroom they'd just finished up in.

"John's too boring to think anything like us would actually happen, and the kids don't care about anyone but themselves."

Lily found it hard not to jump up and retort. Her mom had always been negative about everything; she just took it as Rachel trying to make herself feel better about the affair.

"Plus he's too busy attending to your daughter it looks like," Eileen replied to Rachel, "Lily hardly spent a moment talking to my son."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Rachel said, "I can't ever separate those two."

"Lily's really become quite the looker huh? Maybe that's why your husband spends so much time with her: same brand, younger model."

Rachel laughed at the comparison but obviously didn't approve of the joke, "Oh shut up, that's disgusting. And he doesn't have the guts to pull something like that"

Lily almost laughed aloud. Her mom was clueless on so many levels.

"Well if he isn't maybe you should, perhaps she takes after her mother and would want in on "shopping" with us."

"That's enough!" Rachel said, jumping on her lover and covering her mouth.

Despite everything, Lily was mad. She'd never, ever, ever, participate in what she just saw her mother and that awful friend of hers doing, but that wasn't it. She was mad at her mother because she knew now that her dad was deprived of the kind of playfulness and love and everything in between that she'd just witnessed between the two women. 

She couldn't be mad at her for getting married to her father in the first place; Lily wouldn't be there if she hadn't. However, for as long as the affair had been going on and likely a lot longer there was no doubt her dad had missed out on the true happiness that was supposed to come in a relationship. Lily hoped she was filling that role for her dad now, but Lily truly resented her mom for being so selfish.

Lily left in a tizzy, quietly shirking off to her car parked down the street. For the first ten minutes, she thought in circles about how unfair and careless her mother was being with John's feelings. In fact, what about the rest of the family; she didn't exactly have anything good to say about them either. No, that was not important. Lily decided she would instead find a way to use all the photos and video she'd just stored up on her phone to make her dream of truly being with her dad happen.

By the time Rachel came home, Lily had a plan. Simply listening to the way her mom lied about where she'd gone and what she'd been doing only fueled the fire.

Her plan commenced the next day. A few nights ago she'd sent the naughty photo to her dad. She wasn't going to involve him yet, but the photo would work just fine.

Rachel and Lily had the same phone, so switching them could easily lead to her mother seeing something she shouldn't...

While watching TV in the other room, Lily heard her mother gasp dramatically.

"LILY YOU COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Usually she would be terrified, but this time not so much. In fact, Lily ambled into the kitchen with a smile on her face. Her plan was already falling into place; Rachel was holding her daughter's phone and standing with her mouth agape in the kitchen. Just as Lily had planned, she'd swapped their phones where Rachel always left hers on the kitchen counter. She didn't even know the worst part yet.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PICTURE DOING ON YOUR PHONE?"

Lily looked curiously at the phone her mother was holding up and smiled again.

"Oh, that?" she said knowingly "I sent that to daddy the other night."

Lily honestly didn't know what to expect when she said that. The silence her mother maintained for the next few seconds was understandable.

"You.... did.... WHAT?" Her tone just sounded so stupid, thought Lily.

"I...sent...it...to...dad...the...other...night." She retorted mockingly.

"I heard you, you little bitch," Rachel said, Lily knew she was pushing her luck, at least until the big reveal. "Why on earth would you do that."

"I dono, maybe cuz I was horny? He hasn't fucked me since he left on his trip!"

Again, silence. This time it was different. Lily's mom was probably trying to work out whether to believe her or not. And if she did, there would obviously be some accepting of the reality.

"YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE YOUNG LADY!" She was yelling again, "Just wait until I tell your father what you said."

So she didn't believe her, whatever. Lily was smiling again.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?" Rachel asked incredulously.

"Oh I don't think I'm gonna be in any trouble, that's all." Lily said, baiting her.

Rachel scoffed, "And why's that?"

"Well, do you want the reason you won't be grounding me or the proof that daddy and I are fucking first?" Lily said, having fun with it.

"Cut this shit out right now Lily!" Rachel said, sounding more and more nervous.

"Why don't you go ahead and swipe to the left on my phone? You'll have to go past the other photo I sent to dad first tho."

Sure enough, the picture of Lily in her bathing suit was there on the first swipe. But the next swipe was the moment of truth. Rachel's eyes widened immediately. She made it two pictures further before dropping the phone on the counter like it had burned her.

"What's the matter mom, you didn't even get to the best ones?"

"I don't know what you think that is, but I'll have nothing to do with it." Rachel tried.

"Oh I think you know what this is," Lily continued, "And I think if you just give it a minute to sink in, you'll realize that I'm not your 'little bitch' anymore."

Rachel stayed quiet.

"I know you'll think of claiming they're fake, or destroying my phone or whatever else you can come up with, but it's no use. I've thought of everything."

Rachel looked like she was going to throw up, it was probably because it was the first time she'd ever felt powerless and she couldn't stand it.

"You'll threaten to turn me and dad in, you'll threaten to kick us out, but save it. You know your whole life as you know it would be over if anyone found out about daddy and I or about you and your affairs."

The words stung her mother. How much of this did Lily have, was it just the one time or was it something worse. Lily didn't know there were multiple affairs, but it was worth a guess. Judging by her mother's reaction, she had more to hide. Good.

"What would all of your committees say if they found out? I wonder if you could still be on the school board with Eileen if they knew you two were fucking?"

Judging by the look on her mother's face, Lily didn't think she had to go any further.

"So here's what I'm going to propose: are you listening?"

Rachel nodded half-heartedly.

"You can keep doing your thing. The photos and the truth can stay just between us."

Her mother seemed to perk up and listen more attentively when Lily said that.

"And you and your dad?" Rachel managed to eek out.

"Oh so you believe me now? Well somebody has got to take care of him, and we both know that isn't you. Tell me the truth, do you love him at all anymore?"

Rachel's silence was enough to answer the question.

"Well I love him, more than you ever have. So for now, you should just act like it's totally normal." Lily said.

"Like it's totally normal for a father to be molesting his daughter??" Rachel tried to fight back.

"Uh, no. First of all, I practically begged daddy to take my virginity." Rachel winced at that, "I'm eighteen years old and perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Dad wouldn't have done anything I didn't absolutely want him to do."




Ask Your Father Ch. 02



Rachel thought for a few more seconds before saying, "no, I won't let it happen."

"I thought you might try to refuse so I'll just say this: why don't you sleep on it. If you haven't changed your mind in the morning, then we can sit down together and figure out who you want to send your photoshoot to first?"

With that, Rachel got up and stormed out of the kitchen. Lily honestly didn't know what her mother would decide given a day or so to think about it, but she had a feeling things would work out. Revealing that she and her dad had been having sex...incestuous sex... felt empowering. Lily was proud and relieved and horny all at the same time. Things could still backfire, but she knew her mother well; Rachel was so obsessed with the perfect facade she wore every day; something like this could destroy it entirely. Would she really risk it?

Sure enough, Lily got her answer the next day. Rachel slinked into the kitchen with a scowl on her face while Lily was watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hey mom," Lily said, trying to break the ice after Rachel had been silent for a moment.

"Hi. So... what is it you want out of this? Money? A new car? What?" Rachel asked.

"No, I told you, I don't want anything, not from you anyway." Lily said happily.

"So, what then?"

"Well," Lily replied, cocking her head, "I guess I just want to have free reign to have sex with daddy any time I want."

"You know that's illegal right?" Rachel said snarkily.

"Yep, we both do. But I can't help how I feel about dad, and you wouldn't know anything about that."

"I can't believe I raised such a little cunt," Rachel said, not quite under her breath.

"And you won't be intervening either, making comments like that or putting guilt on dad when I make him want me so bad he can't help himself." Lily continued.

"Whatever Lily," Rachel snapped back.

"No, I'm serious mom. I can send those pictures out one by one. And wow did you and Eileen get into some really weird stuff!"

"Ugh" Rachel scoffed in compliance.

The two of them stared each other down in silence. Neither wanted to be the next to speak Lily decided to step up:

"Did you ever love him?" Lily asked again. She was still bickering, but Rachel could sense the hurt in her voice.

"Yes, I did...in a way," Rachel trailed off. "I wanted kids; I wanted a normal life, I didn't know how else to do it."

"So you just used dad to get what you want?" Lily asked forcefully "Do you realize how unfair that is to him?"

Rachel didn't seem to have an answer. Either she knew Lily was right, or she didn't care. Based on what she'd heard the day before at Eileen's, Lily assumed the latter.

Lily couldn't know it, but she had struck a bit of a nerve with her mother. After all, John and Rachel had been together for many years; she didn't hate him or it never would have worked. She just didn't love him the way most wives did. A part of her, however small, was glad that her husband had someone to love him the way Lily did, to make love to him and take the pressure off Rachel. She would never reveal her feelings to either of them. She would retain that it was disgusting and wrong; but perhaps this way she wouldn't have to worry about the whole thing imploding. Ultimately, their secrets could stay all under one roof.

"Are you two at least using...protection?" Rachel asked, grimacing.

Lily was quick to answer: "Yes mom. and I got my period yesterday so you have nothing to worry about."

It was true, and the disdain Lily's mom took for her daughter being argumentative was actually disappointment. So much was happening all at once, but Lily hadn't lost sight of how badly she wanted to be carrying her dad's baby. She'd dreamt about it since the first time she'd watched him cum, so pleased to see her dad lose himself that way. And he had wanted to get Lily pregnant too; at least he'd tried so many times Lily had lost count.

'Argghhh!' Lily screamed inwardly. It only made her want to take it out on her mother more.

"Well we're putting you on birth control right away then, got it?" Rachel asked, like she still intended to maintain some kind of power over her daughter.

"Yeah sure," said a distracted Lily, thinking about how she was going to tell her dad she'd gotten her period and wondering if he would be upset with her.

"And the pictures on your phone?" Rachel asked.

"I'll delete the ones on my phone." Lily promised, seeing surprise on her mom's face. "Oh I'll be keeping them in other places just in case. But they'll stay there as long as you don't come between me and dad."

Lily's mom would spend the days before John arrived home debating whether or not she could somehow maneuver around her daughter's leverage. Ultimately, Lily had judged her correctly. Rachel liked her life and she didn't need anything to change. She could maintain all of the relationships, clubs and committees she had. She could continue the affair with Eileen, and probably be a lot less secretive, which was the most relieving part.

Rachel was feeling about as cooperative as she could manage the day her husband was scheduled to return. Even given days to consider it, Rachel didn't know what she'd say to her husband. They were both guilty of something. On one hand, Rachel's affair had been going on a long time, and involved more than just Eileen. She didn't know how much the two of them knew, or would find out. On the other hand, John was fucking their daughter, which was almost unthinkable to her. Then again, Lily was gorgeous, perhaps even as much as her mother at that age, thought Rachel. Illegal or not, there was some logic behind his attraction to the eighteen-year-old.

Regardless of how weird things had gotten in the last few days at the house, Rachel was feeling better as she pulled into the garage on Monday. She'd gotten Lily on birth control, she'd had a guilt-free day of sex with Eileen and seen her friends that afternoon at the country club. She grabbed the groceries and opened the door.

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To John, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. Lily had not gotten time to tell him everything that had happened in the time since he'd gotten home and managed to coat his pretty daughter's breasts in spunk.

The door opened, and Rachel came through.

His topless teenager timed it perfectly, giving Rachel a long look at her as she strutted by. John's wife gasped, and her mouth dropped open.

It was totally out of his control. There was no question now, even with his pants on and his manhood returning to normal size, it was obviously John who'd cum all over the brunette's chest.

But Rachel's eyes... as they met Lily's they narrowed in anger.

What on earth was going on? Why hadn't his wife begun screaming as expected? She wasn't even looking at him, instead focused on Lily and the state she'd found her in.

As Lily walked out, John guiltily picked her shirt up off the ground. He watched his wife turn toward him and shoot him the nastiest look.

She knew something. She had expected this somehow.

Rachel didn't know where the line between intervening with Lily and John's relationship and 'acting like it was normal' fell, so she stayed quiet. After a moment, which felt like an hour to John, Rachel walked all the way into the kitchen and set the groceries on the counter across from him. Yep, she knew.

"So..." he prodded, "you....know....about us?" he said with uncertainty.

"No, I don't know anything" Rachel quipped, "I must have missed your sperm all over our daughter's tits." The sarcasm was thick in her voice.

"I guess you're into a lot of things I didn't know about."

Okay, something was definitely up, and there was no way Rachel would just brush something like this off if Lily wasn't forcing her to. Even though it wasn't him controlling her, John felt oddly powerful seeing his wife so restrained. Still, with no idea what was going on, John didn't want to push it.

"Who knew I'd be into a little relief after being away for a few days, you certainly never did" John said with attitude. Two could play this game.

Rachel only scoffed and went about her business. She couldn't argue with her husband for fear that she might be breaking the terms of her agreement with Lily. John was glad of it, and took off after his daughter after an awkward pause in the kitchen.

He found her in the bathroom, stripping off her clothes and waiting for the shower to warm up. A big smile came across Lily's face when her dad walked in.

"I'm sorry I didn't have time to tell you daddy," she said with that cute little frown, "I was so worried you'd be disappointed with me for not being pregnant."

"I told you already honey," John said, stepping closer and putting a hand around her naked bottom, "it's okay, it's nobody's fault, and won't it be fun to have all kinds of sex until one of my swimmers finally gets ya?"

Lily giggled as her dad squeezed her butt. "uhhh huh!" she agreed, shaking her head up and down enthusiastically.

"Now, are you going to tell me why you decided it would be okay for your mother to see that big mess we made all over these puppies?" John asked, holding his hands out and jiggling her teenage breasts together. Again his daughter laughed aloud as she watched him playing with her tits.

"I'll tell you, if you get in the shower with me!"

Despite still feeling a little strange about everything, John didn't dare turn his naked little daughter down. She held his hand and stepped under the shower, happy to have her dad with her again.

Lily proceeded to tell him everything that happened: her suspicions, what had raised them, following her mom to the Murphy's house, the photos, and finally the argument afterward. John added some perspective that Lily hadn't thought of: that her mother had been pushing the relationship with Eileen's son so strongly because she'd likely wanted more excuse to see her lover even more.

John didn't know his daughter had it in her to execute such a scheme. But it had obviously worked, judging by the reaction of his wife upon seeing the clear evidence of incest on his daughter in the kitchen. He was so proud it made him want Lily more.

Like the perfect, sweet girl she was, at some point after John had washed all of the spunk from her chest Lily got down on her knees in the shower and sucked her dad's hard cock until he came in her mouth. Rachel had given him hardly enough blowjobs to count on one hand, and here his little girl was giving him the second in less than an hour. And she swallowed it all like it was nothing, licking at the last drop that remained on his tip before standing back up to face him.

"I can't get over you," John told her.

"Good!" Lily replied, "I hope you never do."

She hugged him close, feeling so small in his arms at almost a foot shorter than him.

"No way Lily," he promised the teen, "you're mine now, my bad little girl."

With that he grabbed her butt with a slap by both hands. Lily jumped and wrapped her legs around him. If only they could have sex, Lily would be howling with the feeling of her dad shoving inside of her in this position.

"I want you to fuck me really hard when it's time daddy," Lily said, feeling bashful, "is that okay?"

"Oh god Lil', I would be happy to." John replied, rolling his head back as he imagined taking his daughter in the exact position he was now.

"I almost forgot," Lily said suddenly, dropping to her feet on the floor of the shower, "mom made me go and get a prescription for birth control when I told her. She thinks we're using condoms too..." Lily said with a shrug and a guilty look on her face.

"Well, maybe it's best not to incite any trouble with her?" John asked

"But I don't want to stop trying to get pregnant daddy," she said, trying to sound how she always did when she wanted something. It always worked on him. "Mom watches me take the pills, but the doctor said that while I'm on my period they are just sugar pills. So I haven't taken any real ones yet"

"Hmmm..." John said, thinking, "Well my little troublemaker, have you come up with any plans for this part too?"

"What if we found some that looked just like the regular ones and replaced them?"

"Yep, I think you nailed it," John said. He was turned on beyond belief. The fact that Lily would go to such lengths for him made John want to shower her in praise, gifts, whatever she wanted.

John took firm grasp of her shoulders and looked at her intently, saying ""God I love you Lily,"

She squirmed in his grasp, unable to hide how good hearing him say that made her feel. She knew he meant it differently and full of much more meaning than before. It took standing up on the tips of her wet toes to reach him for a soft, lovely kiss. Her lips tasted like the warm water that was pouring down and keeping her backside warm while her father did the same for her front.

As they stood there together, Lily felt her dad's penis beginning to swell again, pushing right between them and making her giggle and stay on her toes so it could linger between her legs a second more.

"Soon daddy, I love you too" she whispered before stepping down, grabbing a towel and exiting the shower.

The next few days were going to be tough.

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And they were. When they went out to the drugstore the next day looking for matching pills to trick Lily's mother, John and Lily agreed to wait until the next time they'd actually have sex before engaging in any activity at all. It seemed like a good idea at the time; saving up would increase his sperm count for when Lily was ready to have sex again and that thought was enough to get him through. But he would regret it later, especially falling asleep at night in her bed (there was no point going back to his own by then) with a raging hard-on and a sexy teenager in his embrace.

At the store, Lily was wearing a sort-of Aztec-patterned top that was a pattern of voids he could see right through.. She had on a strapless bra beneath, but upon glimpsing her toned midsection that always impressed him, thoughts of fucking her right there in the aisle filled his brain. And the jean shorts... she seemed to have endless pairs of them. These ones had the bottoms rolled up so they showed a lighter band below. Consequently, they were even shorter that way, and every single guy they passed chanced a look. John made sure to make eye contact with every one of them. 'She's mine,' he felt like saying.

Later in the week, Rachel decided to put on a show for Lily and her dad by inviting Eileen over and hosting what sounded like a pornography filming session in their bedroom. It still stung, the knowledge that his wife had been cheating on him for so long. But with Lily by his side after they'd tiptoed close to the room, looking toward the closed door and then up at him with wide eyes, his troubles seemed less important.

Seeing her giggle and grab his side, whispering: "did you hear that?!" John loved her more than ever. Hair in a messy bun, yet another cute outfit, and a big smile on her face because she knew they were getting the better end of the deal, John began to make plans of his own.

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Saturday night, a jet-black towncar pulled up to the front of the house. John had told his daughter remarkably little. When they woke up that morning, John kissed Lily on the neck gently to wake her up.

"Lil'," he said, waiting for her to roll towards him with a sleepy groan, "I'm going to go out for a little bit. There's an envelope with your name on it for a day at the best spa in the city, and money for a new dress. Be ready at 7:00, okay?"

"Yes sir!" she said jokingly, just opening her eyes in time to accept a kiss. Lily craned her neck as he backed out of bed to try and make it last longer, but then he was gone.

As she rolled onto her back and stretched, Lily realized she was excited. Even though they could have had sex days ago, her dad had still suggested they wait. She admired his self-control, but secretly wished he would just fuck her senseless every minute she was awake. She couldn't believe he had lasted this long, but now that she knew he was planning something mysterious it made sense.

The birth control trick was working like a charm. Lily's mom came to her at the same time every night and watched her take the pill. Lily might have complained about how overbearing she was being, but knowing that she remained unprotected and totally ready to be fertilized by daddy's cum, Lily was willing to sacrifice that argument.

The day at the spa was wonderful: a massage, manicure, pedicure, steam...facial...the works. Lily had even spent a little of the money on a full wax, though she usually kept it that way for her dad anyway. She just wanted to be as beautiful as possible for him that night.

Near the spa was one of Lily's favorite stores. It was expensive, but her dad gave her way too much money anyway. Like the rest of the day had gone, she found the perfect dress in only a few minutes. Thankfully, it was much less than he had given her, probably because the dress was well... a little slutty, thought Lily. With a part of what was left, Lily bought heels and the cutest, set of bra and panties she could find.

As seven o'clock approached, Lily grew more and more anxious. She hadn't seen her dad all day, not after she returned from the spa or in the hours leading up to their date. The eighteen-year-old was meticulous in getting ready, putting on her make-up, getting dressed. As she slid on the new underwear, Lily could feel how much wetter and warmer her inner thighs had grown anticipating the night.

John finally heard the click of heels upstairs at about a quarter after seven. Somehow, the little minx managed to be late given literally hours and hours to get ready. But then he saw her.

First, his eyes found the source of the clicking:

Heels, not too tall, black and slim with her freshly manicured toes peeking out from an open-toed front. Lily even had pretty feet. No surprise there.

Then her legs:

Smooth, tan and looking like they'd been bathed in moisturizer all day. Absolutely beautiful.

Of course, they went on forever, reaching the bottom of her dress far too high for a night out with dad:

The dress was enough to drop John's jaw. It hugged her without a fold or a wrinkle or an inch more fabric than necessary. It was short, but not enough to make his fatherly instinct send her back upstairs to change, or maybe that wasn't his fatherly instinct..., The cups of the dress that covered what he longed to see underneath were blue, forming a wide neckline despite thin straps that hung on to her outer shoulder. The brilliant blue color made its way down the center of the dress on front and back, with black hugging her hips.

But it was underneath that floored him most. Lily's skin positively glowed. It didn't seem possible, but she was more beautiful than he had left her that morning or any one before. Her perfect breasts were thrust up into the plunging neckline, so plump he wanted to bury his face in them and leave a mark from sucking on her beautiful skin.

But it was her face that finally did him in:

Lily had seen him goggling her; it was what she wanted all day. She had the prettiest smile from ear to ear. Gleaming white teeth, a deep pink lipstick and light makeup that looked applied by a professional.

"Lily," John finally managed to speak as she descended the last few steps, "I have never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life."

Her smile only got wider, and as she carefully took the last step to her dad's level, her knee felt weak from accepting his praise. Her black, metal earrings dangled as she turned the corner and her luscious brown hair swayed to reveal them. If Lily hadn't reached out for her dad's hand he might have passed out altogether.




Ask Your Father Ch. 02



Lily ran a hand inside her father's jacket. She had noticed immediately how great he looked in a close-fitting gray jacket and pants. His shirt looked expensive and fit him so well: a handsome, white and slim fitting button up. Lily couldn't believe she was going on her first real date with a real man as handsome as her father.

"Do you feel that," Lily asked, taking her father's hand and placing it right above the exposed half of her breast, "my heart is beating so fast daddy, I don't know why you make me so nervous."

John almost forgot to respond after feeling the swell of her teenage chest against the side of his hand, "Oh honey," he managed, "it's me who should be nervous. People are going to wonder what a girl who looks like she stepped out of one of those fashion magazines is doing with an old guy like me.

Again Lily's heart flipped over in her chest, "DAAAAAD! I wish I could tell you how many times my friends have said they want to bang you. In that jacket....ohhh," she gasped, continuing to rub his chest and playing with a button right between his big chest muscles, "Are you sure I shouldn't pull this dress up a little and you can fuck me over the table there the way you like?"

Of course that gave John an instant erection, but they'd waited too long.

"No," he said strongly, "we are going out to the car."

Lily could tell it took him a lot of strength to deny her. Even the thought of having her father inside her was making her neglected pussy tingle with desire. But she appeased him, walking outside to a beautiful summer evening, glad she wouldn't need a jacket.

The car was gorgeous: not just any towncar but a brand new luxury vehicle with soft leather seats and music and a delicious champagne her dad poured her after speaking quietly with the driver. During the most memorable car ride Lily had ever taken, she told John all about her day. He couldn't help but feel aroused when she talked about how often she was naked. He hadn't seen her like that in a few days and he had to pinch himself to respect her and not push the straps of her dress hungrily down over her shoulders.

"Daddy," she asked sweetly, "how long are you going to make me wait?"

"Come on Lil', don't make this harder on me," he begged, "it's time I treated you like a real girlfriend, no.... better. Soon enough we can be more than that,"

Lily swooned, "well, how about tonight... I'm just 'yours'?" she asked.

"I'd love that." he agreed.

More and more, Lily was becoming everything he ever wanted. Beautiful, adventurous, happy, and willing to give herself wholly into a relationship. Rachel would have never agreed to go to an undisclosed location, or even put as much effort into getting ready. Where Lily was happy just to be with her dad for now, Rachel would have been constantly pushing for a label on the relationship or the next big step. He was still having trouble coping with the lie that had gotten them through the last twenty-some years, but with Lily at his side it seemed so much easier to bear.

"NO. WAY." Lily proclaimed, looking out the window and up at the building as they were coming to a stop. She looked back at him, looking for an explanation. The brand new building downtown... the one with the restaurant at the very top that took some five or six weeks to get a reservation for.

John just smiled.

"DAD!" She cried. Only famous people went there; or at least that's what her friends said.

Still, he smiled back. He wasn't royalty or anything, he'd just helped out the owner of the restaurant by introducing him to the building owners when the plans were still confidential. It really was just a coincidence, but the owner had offered that he call any time he wanted a table and he could expect the best service available. John might have cashed in for his anniversary with Rachel, but this was so much better.

She was so enamored, looking up at the clear wall of glass that extended multiple stories high for the main entrance that she didn't even notice her dad get out and come around to her door.

"For you Lily," he said, offering his hand for help stepping out of the car, "anything."

Lily felt like she was in a movie, all the way up to the top floor where the restaurant was.

"Go ahead, push the button," John said, trying to snap her out of the daydreamy state she'd been in. Lily had to loosen the tight grip she had on her father's arm just to reach the button, and pushing it gave her just as much satisfaction as when she was a little kid.

"Mr. Fiorella!" A man in an incredibly expensive suit said as he spotted them walking up to the hostess. Lily hadn't ever heard their name pronounced by someone who was actually Italian.

"So good to see you again John," he said with that thick accent, stopping quite dramatically when he saw Lily and smacking his foot on the ground. "And who...is...this beauty on your arm?"

"This is m..."

"Hi I'm Lily, John's daughter," she interjected. John forgot for a moment that Lily was a forward, independent girl. With Rachel, he always had to tote her around. "I'm so sorry my dad hasn't told me about you, but what's your name?"

"John, I'm hurt!" The man feigned. "My name is Marco D'Agosto and this is my restaurant," he said motioning with his hand, "though tonight. bella, it is yours."

With that, Marco bent and kissed Lily's hand. John might have been jealous if he didn't know Marco so well. They'd met in Italy many years ago when he and his wife were vacationing and she'd gone to bed far too early as usual. They'd met out on the piazza and Marco had taken John all around the city, introducing him to women and clubs and hot spots he'd never have seen otherwise, always at night when his wife chickened out. John flown over the Atlantic many times to visit him since and he, thankfully, never changed. Marco was always affectionate with women but ultimately harmless.

Leading them to the table, Marco was probably relaying a similar story to Lily as John trailed behind. No complaint from him, because Lily's dress was equally stunning from the back. Lily did catch him checking her out, biting her lip and squinting at him when she looked back and then returned to Marco's story.

Finally, he opened two large doors that led out to a private balcony. It was tucked into the side of the building to protect from the wind, but despite being the most beautiful part of the restaurant, empty. The other tables were set with candles that were obviously centered around their table

"Marco, you didn't hold this for us did you?" John asked

"Of course I did," Marco said, "It's just one night, and I couldn't help myself, I owe you everything Giovanni!"

"You shouldn't have," said John, "I won't complain any more, but only this time, you promise? Only because this is for Lily."

"Yes sir," he said, exaggerating and turning so Lily could see his fingers crossed behind his back. "I'll send a waiter with our favorite wine from back home, capice?"

"Marco," Lily's dad said, "thank you, truly."

John watched Lily blow his old friend a kiss as she sat down. She was so proper and graceful, John knew she could fit in anywhere. As he took his own seat, Lily was looking all around her and then over the railing just next to their table. When her eyes found her dad's she leaned in as close as possible and said, not too quietly:

"I want to fuck you so bad right now."

John smiled and then darted his eyes back and forth, "Lily! Careful!"

"What?" she said, "I think Marco would tell his guests to look away if you asked him to,"

"Maybe," John laughed. He had obviously impressed her.

Before the wine came, Lily made him tell her everything about Marco and how the hell he'd gotten in such high regard with the interesting man. And in no time, they'd gone through a bottle of wine. Nobody dared ask Lily her age, eighteen-year-olds simply didn't look as beautiful as she did that night.

"Daddy," she said sweetly, feeling emboldened by the wine, "it's going to work this time. We are going to get pregnant, I know it, maybe tonight."

She took another swig of wine, "I think I have mom under control for now, but I don't know what we'll do once I miss my first period."

"Does that scare you baby?" John asked.

"No, no!" Lily assured him, "I just didn't plan that far."

"It's okay Lily," John told his troubled daughter, "I think I've got that figured out."

"Really?" She asked with a mix of excitement and hesitation.

"Well I still really want you to go to school, and I you do too, right?" John said, watching his daughter nod. "And we've got plenty of schools to choose from since you got in to so many."

"What if we picked our favorite city out of them and moved there?"

"You'd do that...for me?" She asked, completely shocked.

"Lily, I told you, I'm not leaving your side, ever. It's still your choice, we could forget the whole thing and wait until you're done with school. I'll still want you to have our baby, I know it."

Lily looked mad, "Are you changing your mind Dad?" she exclaimed

"Shhhh," he said, watching her grit her teeth, "No, I have been imagining how beautiful you are going to look and thinking non-stop about getting you pregnant since we first talked about it on vacation and honestly quite a bit before that"

Her look softened.

"I want to make a baby with you more than anything, I just want to do it right by you."

Lily looked embarrassed for overreacting. It was hard to keep all her strong feelings at bay. "No daddy, I think you're idea is great. I could go to school for at least a semester, have the baby and then go back,"

"I'll make sure you have plenty of time to do that, we can hire help, I can work from home..." John said, "I don't really have to work right now, just need to keep myself busy."

"I can keep you busy dad," Lily flirted.

"I know you can Lil', so we can make all of these decisions together once we move. But we'll have to keep everything a secret until its done."

Lily agreed, knowing there was still more plans to be made. But in a way, the evening felt like they were finally a real couple, with real plans to be together, not just slinking around when her mother was asleep.

Dinner was incredible, even better than Lily expected. They talked about everything and nothing as usual, both father and daughter felt a connection unlike any they'd experienced before. Whether it was talking about music or the way Lily had slipped out of a shoe and was gently rubbing his calf They'd gone through two bottles of wine in a few hours, and Lily was finding that it made her so horny she couldn't take it.

"Daddy, I really want you," she whispered too loud, "will you take me home?"

"Just one more thing honey," John promised, hearing his restless daughter groan in frustration.

Marco came out a few minutes later. She'd seen them talking quietly when John went to the bathroom.

"Ms. Fiorella, would you please take my arm?" Marco asked, "I'd like to show you to dessert."

Lily was slightly drunk and totally confused. John had to laugh that Marco would try to get close to his daughter one more time before they left, but he could see that the Italian was only making things better for him. Lily obviously wanted to be closer to her dad at that moment, so she wanted him all the more.

Marco took them through the kitchen, past his private office and finally to a staircase that shouldn't have existed. A very anxious Lily had thought for sure they were on the top floor.

"This is a place I reserve for the most private of occasions," Marco said, "your dad said you'd love to see it."

Lily carefully took each step of the sheek-looking staircase one at a time. When they reached the top, Marco had to leave her in the darkness of the upper corridor. Lily felt her dad move in close behind her, touching her softly on the backside, but not so much as to make his intentions obvious to Marco. Ahead of them, Marco threw open a door and revealed the uppermost terrace.

It was breathtaking.

A better view, unbelievably, than that below. In the middle of some of the most comfortable looking, cream-colored, outdoor sofas and other beautiful dining furniture there was a huge, circular stone fireplace blazing with flame. Like below, the walls and ceiling had been erected to protect about half of the terrace from wind. Warm, cedar slats ran in concentric circles until the room gave way to the beautiful night sky.

Seeing she didn't need to be explained the importance of this place, Marco excused himself saying, "your dad said you had some important decisions to make, I'll make sure nobody interrupts you." and closed the door behind him.

What her dad had said to Marco Lily didn't know, but she didn't need to. She slowly wandered out into the middle of the open-ended room and turned to face her dad.

"I already made my decision daddy," she said with a wonderfully seductive look, "what now?"

John didn't have an answer for her. He saw in his daughter's eyes that she could wait no more, and so he stood silently waiting for her next move.

With that, she pushed the shoulder of her dress off.

And then the other.

Two tiny straps remained. John was dying to see what they led to.

"You've been mean daddy," she said, "getting me all riled up and making me wait."

He wanted to bull-rush her, rip her dress to shreds and make her scream at the top of her lungs, but he didn't. He couldn't move, and he couldn't look away.

"But I've been mean too," she said, stepping down from one shoe.

"Making YOU wait," she kicked the other shoe off her foot and it slid about half the distance to her dad.

"Dressing like this," she whispered, maneuvering her arm under one of the shoulders of the dress.

"Hoping you'll look," she said, darting her eyes to his,

"But knowing you can't touch," finally the other strap.

And then he watched, completely mesmerized, as Lily grabbed the bottom of the dress and expertly wiggled and shimmied her way out of it. Inch by inch, the fabric followed her hands down her legs.

First it gave way to the tops of a black, push up bra. More of her young breasts showed above the supportive cups than within, each of which were made of black lace covering a pink colored patch of fabric which held her wonderful globes in place. When it cleared her bra, her breasts were allowed to expand to full size, unburdened by the tight dress. John didn't believe they could get bigger, but they did. The thought made him smile as Lily turned sideways so he could watch her bend to pull the dress the rest of the way down.

It finally gave way to her bottoms, and boy was it worth the wait. A tiny pair of pink lace panties hugged her hips, with an inch or so of transparent fabric like a skirt hung loosely from the hem. Watching her shimmy to finally exit the dress, with the starry, black sky and fire behind her, Lily was a goddess. When she stood up and saw her dad could not move or speak, she called to him, with an arm outstretched.

"It's okay daddy, you can touch me now."

John walked, entranced, toward the clasping and unclasping hand of his nearly-naked teenage daughter. That reality had still not set in. Perhaps he hoped it never would. Even when they finally settled down, had children and shared the love of a long and fulfilling life, it would still be a fantasy that John had been allowed to live out of sheer luck.

When their hands connected, the trance was over. Touching Lily activated his love, lust and everything he'd had to hold back since over a week before.

He grabbed Lily's hips in his hands, turning her and pulling her right against him. Lily immediately went for his jacket. She pushed it off his shoulders and was unbuttoning his shirt before the gray coat fell to the floor. Then his pants; it all came off and John stood there on the floor of the terrace ready to give his daughter what they both wanted.

He picked her up under the arms and threw her backward. Lily didn't even know there was a couch behind her until she landed with a soft thud. And then her dad was on her. He'd managed to get his socks and shoes off before she could even sit up to see him.

She was only able to sit straight for a second before he grabbed at her leg like an animal and tugged it so she was on her back again. He kissed from her ankle to her knee, and up her wonderful, smooth thigh. "Oh god dad," Lily gasped as she felt him get close to her pussy.

He pulled again, sliding Lily further so her arms went over her head and her face was nearer to his. John kissed her belly button, her flawless abs and up to the breasts he'd been dying to touch all night.

Lily moaned as he took a huge mouthful of her left breast and bit gently. She loved when he bit her.

Finally, John made it up her chest, past her collarbone, neck and to the side of her face. Lily turned needily, he was making her work for a kiss on the lips.

Lily had been waiting too long. She'd been dreaming of this moment since, well, since a second after the last time they'd had sex. But certainly all day at the spa she'd known this was coming. A few feet away, the flames cast flickering heat in their direction, but it was nothing compared to the fiery attraction between them. The teenager grabbed ahold of her father's cock through his underwear.

"Daddy please," she begged, pushing him from the nape of her neck where he'd been kissing and sucking her into a frenzy. "please don't make me wait any longer," He forced his pelvis against hers, "pleAASEEEE!" she cried, feeling his cock mash against her clit.

John didn't want to wait any longer either. In seconds he'd grabbed her adorable panties from her thin waist and tugged them forcefully off. Once again Lily felt intimidated and dominated; he did the same with her bra.

Lily did her part and pushed his boxers down so that his huge cock sprung free. Lily hadn't felt it inside her in too long, but as usual it looked too big to actually fit in her tiny body. But judging by the way Lily's hips were lifting off the cushion and her eyes were wide with overflowing desire, she was ready to try.

John reached down and directed his tip to her opening. Lily took a deep breath in anticipation.

But he only allowed it to part her lips, rubbing it up her slit and then wiggling back and forth oh her clit. The teenager twitched as she felt her father's head at her most sensitive spot, but it wasn't enough. A few more seconds of her uncontrollable spasming, getting so wet she was almost in tears, and she grabbed him on his side until her father winced in pain.

"Stop it!" she yelled, mustering every bit of composure she could find, "Fuck me daddy...now."

That's when he made her scream. John lined up with his daughter's tunnel, grabbed both of her hips and sank into her in one, long, slow, stroke. No matter how long he took, John was simply too big for his little girl to keep her howl at bay.

"DAAAaaaaaaaadyyyy, ooooooooooooouuuuwhhhhhhhhh" She bawled.

That was all it took, as soon as Lily felt her father's hips come in contact with her own, she dug her nails into his back on both sides. Her abs tensed, her eyes shut tight, and her legs pulled him what little there was left to go. John had never heard of it happening, but there was his little girl, cumming after one thrust inside her tiny pussy and screaming for daddy as she did.

The wine was the only thing that saved him. If John hadn't drank more than a bottle to keep his little girl from getting too drunk, he'd be filling up his youngest's quim with semen after one thrust. But they were both lucky. As soon as John could feel his little girl's walls loosening, he urged an inch at a time in and out. Lily wasn't done cumming, and when he made it about half way out after three or four thrusts, she was right back at it.

"Stop daddy....oh godd....I can't bre....I can't...ughhh,.... PLEAAAAAASSE!"




Ask Your Father Ch. 02



He made it almost all the way out before driving back in, connecting firmly against Lily's pelvis and watching her make faces she couldn't control. Again her walls squeezed him and Lily begged for mercy.

"Daddy...ohhhhfuck.....Ughehhh" she choked, "Not again.... uhhhhhhh..... ohNo... Daddyyyyyy!"

He had promised her this, that he would fuck her until she screamed; hard and fast until she couldn't take it anymore. When her walls gripped him so tight that he knew he would hurt her if he tried to go in and out again, he stayed planted in Lily's tunnel.

For a moment, it looked like Lily went unconscious. Her back was arched and her neck craned while she came on her father's cock, and then she went limp with him buried inside.

Naked as the day she was born, her quim filled with her father's cock and overcome by her orgasm, Lily could be no more perfect. As her eyes came back into view, and she was able to support her head, Lily had to remember where she was. When she felt how full her pussy was, she remembered completely.

"Dad," she whispered as she came around, "I've never felt anything like that before."

John smiled back at her, pushing hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek in his hand. She mewled into it. Then she surprised him by smacking his big shoulder.

"I asked you... no I begged you to stop!" She said, sounding legitimately upset.

"I know you did sweetie," John replied, "but then you wouldn't have had another orgasm, and I wouldn't have gotten to watch."

"But it hurt daddy," she pouted childishly, "I couldn't control my body."

"That's the best part Lily, next time just let it happen, don't fight it."

Lily nodded. Looking down, she saw that she had apparently made a bit of a mess on the cushion with the fluids her body had released when her dad was making her cum. "Oops," Lily said with a shrug.

"It's okay honey, we can flip it over when we're done."

Lily, who had finally gotten time to recover, liked hearing her father say ''when we're done.'' She couldn't believe that she'd cum so soon, and her dad hadn't even gotten close to her favorite part. If they were going to get pregnant tonight, she was going to have to fuck him again and again until he didn't have any more to give her.

"How do you want me now daddy?" She asked with the most innocent look she could drum up.

"Remember the day I left, how you rode me in the car at the airport?" John asked

"Uh huh," said Lily excitedly, happy to hear that he liked it.

"Will you do that again for me sweetheart?"

"Uh huh," repeated Lily.

John easily flipped the hundred-or-so pound teen on top of him, causing her to moan as her father's cock shifted inside her.

When Lily's knees came to the sofa, she was all ready to go.

Now that she was in control, it was Lily's turn to tease her dad.

"Tell me what you want daddy," Lily directed, lifting her hips so only his head remained inside.

"Oh," he said, wide-eyed, "we're gonna do THIS now?"

"You started it," Lily argued, "say it."

"Fuck me Lily," he said, not sounding like he wanted to mess around. Lily raised her eyebrows like she wanted him to say something else.

"Be a good girl Lily," John said grabbing her hips, "and take my cock back inside you."

He tried to push her down, but she only allowed a fraction of an inch more into her sweet little puss. He had to have her, but he knew it wouldn't be fair if he didn't let her have her fun.

"Bad girl," Lily corrected him, "I'm not your good girl anymore dad,"

"Okay Lily. Fuck your dad like the bad daughter you are."

She allowed a whole inch, but nothing more. When John tried to drive his hips up, she lifted.

"I'm not fucking around Lily, you lower that little ass on me now."

One more inch. Watching her face, John could see she didn't have much resistance left."

"Fuck your dad you naughty little tease," John begged her.

That did it. Lily sank all the way onto him and both Lily and her father moaned aloud when they felt him bottom out. Lily now knew what her dad's cock felt like against her cervix, and it was definitely there.

She didn't need any more encouragement. With her mouth open from the incredible pleasure, Lily looked into her dad's eyes and lifted her hips back up. When his tip was about to pop out, Lily dropped like a stone to bury her father inside again.

"Oh fuck Lily, you are so tight."

"Tighter than mom?" Lily asked, moving her hips up and down again.

"Ugh yess...so much tighter."

Lily started to pick up speed, it was a lot of effort to climb the whole length of his cock and bury it again, and her little pussy could only take so much. Lily felt like she might be close to cumming again.

"Oh dad...fuck" she cooed as her clit touched the base of his cock, "your penis is so...fucking...big daddy. I can't believe it fits."

"Keep going honey," John encouraged, "you are doing so good."

Lily looked so small on top of him. His little girl, with her developed breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust, her core writhing as she flexed to lift and release. He'd raised her, taught her right from wrong, loved her every step of the way and now she was loving him back with cries of passion as his cock filled her again and again. She would never be more beautiful.

"I love you baby," he said, palming her breasts in one hand and her hip in the other.

Lily moaned as his thumb pressed into her lower abdomen.

"I love you too dad," she whispered over labored breaths and a pause in her quiet moaning.

"I'm ready daddy... unhhh fuck.... I don't want to wait anymore."

John knew what she meant but he let her go on.

"I want your cum in me....ohh daaaad." she was trying hard to keep her composure as her own words made her weak with wantonness

"No birth control... no condom...ohhhhpleaaase... will you?"

"What honey?" John bated.

"Get me pregnant daddy, cum inside me!"

It's what they'd both wanted. It's what they'd both been waiting for. Looking at his baby girl atop him, John knew it was time.

He grabbed her hips when she'd planted him all the way inside and held her there. Picking her up without any trouble, he set her on her back and laid on top of her. He wanted to be pressed against her when it happened.

"Are you ready sweetie?"

"Uh huh," whimpered Lily. "Please daddy, cum in my pussy."

Withdrawing from his daughter, John knew it wouldn't take long. As he sank back inside her, Lily moaned loudly. She was ready to cum too.

"Fuck daddy," Lily called, tears formed in her eyes she wanted him so bad. Lily knew this was it. On the tallest building, in a secret place, with only the stars to witness it, Lily was going to get pregnant.

Her father began to grunt, He couldn't control himself either and Lily loved it.

"Oh daad...fuck meee."

"Li...Lilly...oh Lily," he called, thrusting into his daughter, hips moving of their own volition.

He drove into her, feeling her tiny body accept him into his warm embrace. He'd hugged her a thousand times. On her way out to school, after her dance performances, when she came home from school and hugged him so tight because she missed him. Feeling her eighteen-year-old pussy squeeze him, he knew this is what it had all been leading to.

Again he buried his entire length into Lily's tunnel. "Daaadyy," she screamed. She'd said it a thousand times before. When he touched her neck after putting his hand in the cooler, when she wanted something from the mall, when he'd held her when something went wrong at school. Feeling her wonderful father's cock push into her and make her feel things she didn't know she could, Lily knew she was always meant to call out to him like this.

"Ughh.." Lily twitched, she couldn't hold back any longer when his cock filled her up again. "Daad I'm....mnnhhhh... Daaady I'm gonna...." He shoved into her enough times that she simply couldn't speak.

John got lost for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, Lily only had the strength to give him one, last, puppy-dog, beautiful gaze before her head rolled back and she cried out.

It was immediate. Her legs locked, her fingers clenched and her young pussy gripped her father's cock like he'd never felt before. It pulled at him, begging, like his daughter, to fill her with cum.

There was no holding back. What little he could to withdraw from Lily as she leg-locked him, John did. One last, fateful time, he pushed into Lily's depths and felt the first chill of release.

As the first jet of sperm entered Lily's pussy, she spasmed, clamping tighter on her father and urging his hips even more forcefully deep. Feeling the pressure of a week's wait flood her unprotected womb, both Lily and her father believed that the very first spurt would be the one that assured her pregnancy.

But that didn't stop John continuing to pump into his young daughter. Even through howls of pleasure and lustful grasps of her hands, Lily was intimately aware of what was happening deep in her quivering tunnel. Her father's head buried as deep as it could go, she felt his cock throb each time before another warm gush flooded her womb.

"Ohfuuuu....daaaadyyy...don't stop" Lily gasped, "Keep cumming in me.... unhhh,,, please daad!"

He couldn't stop. John watched his beautiful daughter's body spasm almost at the same pace as his cock emitting torrents of the cum he hoped would get her pregnant. Her youthful breasts mashed against his chest to the rhythm of her gasps for air, and all the while he continued urging his hips against her soft mound.

Tears were welling and then toppling Lily's flushed cheeks. She could feel her insides completely charged with her father's spunk, and nothing made her happier. She wondered if her father was so big that his penis touched all the way past her cervix. She didn't think that was possible, but her certainly must be close. Anything that put his freshly deposited sperm closer to her fertile, young womb.

Locked together at the hips in beautiful incest, father and daughter began to regain their wits. John could hear the flicker of the fire behind him. When Lily's eyes finally opened in his direction, the flames lit her blue irises and John was unable to look away. They didn't move for minutes at a time, maybe more, maybe less. A couple of times, Lily's insides pulsed with the defiant remainder of her climax, causing Lily to gasp again and show her father an uncontrollable and adorable look. Even then, it seemed John had a little more cum left to spill into her.

They held on tightly and listened to each other's breath regularise. Neither Lily or John felt any need to speak or move an inch. Lily felt her recently virgin opening becoming a bit sore after the romp she'd just sustained, but she was far too happy to feel her father buried inside to ask for relief.

'Was she in a dream?' Lily thought as she looked out at the night sky and the fire-lit walls that led to it. Had she really just experienced the best sex of her young life, with her loving father, perhaps become pregnant and done it all in the most beautiful spot atop the tallest building in the city? It couldn't be real, and Lily couldn't help continuing to tear up.

"What's the matter Lil'?" John asked, leaning back to look at his daughter's face. She appeared to be crying and John was worried he'd done something wrong.

Lily pushed her cheek into her father's hand as he held her face, "Oh no, nothing's wrong Daddy."

"Then what honey, why the tears?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just being silly and emotional, I can't help it." Lily apologized. "I'm just so happy."

She looked so beautiful, even with the wet streaks on each cheek. The glow that he'd seen as she walked down the stairs at home before their date was even more present now. John leaned in to kiss her neck, then her chin, then the salty sweet spot where a tear had rolled down her cheek. Lily swooned to be receiving such wonderful attention from her father.

"You gave me the best day of my life dad," she assured him, "the spa, the dinner, this place...and you."

John smiled back at her appreciatively.

"I only hope I can give you something too" Lily said nervously.

"Honey," John assured her, "you've already given me everything I could ever want. A man like me doesn't deserve someone as beautiful inside as you are out."

"Don't say that Daddy, you don't only deserve me, you deserve a baby with me too. I really hope I can give you one."

"This time Lily," John reasoned, "I think we did it."

"Really daddy?" His little girl said with wide, passionate eyes, "You really think I could be pregnant this time?"

He'd never confirmed it for her before, knowing that he would be foolish to get her hopes up. But it really felt like this was the time. John couldn't have cum more inside his teenage daughter, and it couldn't have been a better time in her fertility cycle for one of the hundreds of millions of sperm cells he'd released inside his daughter to find her egg. No matter what others thought, Lily's pure hopefulness and excitement to be pregnant shattered the barriers of right and wrong.

"We won't know for a while Lily, but I think this could be it. What do you think?"

Lily thought hard, with her cue brow furrowed and her mouth tweaked to the side. "I guess I don't know for sure either, but I know you came SO MUCH! I could literally feel it more than any of the times before." She was so bubbly John could feel his heart throb for her.

"Look!" Lily directed, rotating her hips to the side and pushing her father's pelvis so he began to slide out. John whined as his still-hard manhood was deprived the feeling of his daughter's warmth, inch by inch.

Placing her hand just below her opening, Lily's eyes grew wider as she watched her father's tip revealed. Tight as she was, when John finally pulled the last inch out, her pussy fought him and there was the faintest pop. Her little tunnel closed up as quickly as it had been pried open, and there was at least a second before they saw it.

Pure white spunk peered between her taut, pink lips. It grew and grew, as her snug, eighteen-year-old pussy fought to return to its incredible tightness.

"See daddy!" She exclaimed, "I knew it, look how much you came in my pussy!"

As it continued to squeeze out, Lily gasped. She was glad she held her hand there or it would have gotten on the nice restaurant owner's couch.

"Ohhhhmyyygod Dad!" She almost sounded like she was scolding him, "Look how much you came in your OWN DAUGHTER... such a bad daddy!" 

Her eyes flitted between her father's and the overfilled little pussy he'd created. John could tell she was just teasing; she was enjoying this way too much to be upset. He knew that for sure a second later. When Lily decided there was not much less to spill out, she took the fingers that she used to trap the excess and pushed them, spilled cum and all, back into her aching opening. Watching her concentrate hard on pushing it all back inside, John collapsed on the couch beside her, overwhelmed.

"Will you put my panties back on daddy?" Lily asked sweetly, "I wanna keep it all in."

He wasn't sure it would work, but John was certainly willing to try. He admired the pretty pair of underwear that Lily had picked out just for him as he maneuvered them over his daughter's gorgeous legs. Lily pulled them on tight and pushed one little finger on her opening until she was satisfied that she'd done her best.

Boy was she a sight to see. So young, so beautiful and glowing...John's eighteen-year-old daughter was topless and had that incredible, freshly-fucked look he'd only known in his teens. Seeing her now, he recognized every little curve and bone in her body that he'd seen develop as she'd grown up. John was overjoyed now to be seeing them without clothing; she looked best that way.

He couldn't believe the little girl he'd raised since birth had grown so beautiful. Her breasts: so perky and youthful... her hips: so lithe and thin, her midsection: toned and with the definition only a woman could bear. Soon he hoped for her stomach to be changing as she bore his child.

Lily could feel her father's eyes on her. There was something so wonderful about the way Lily and her father could be in each other's presence without saying a word and still feel like they were growing in love.

"I love the way you look at me daddy," she said, catching his attention.

"I can't help myself Lily, when did my daughter become so beautiful?"

"Ughhh!" Lily scoffed, "I always was DAD! I just didn't want to tempt you until I turned eighteen."

"Of course you're right honey," John said, letting Lily curl up next to him and feeling her smooth legs against his. His daughter was right, if he thought truthfully, Lily had started developing when she entered her teens. He didn't remember her breasts being as full as they were now, but she always had trouble with boys at school harassing her. He was glad he didn't contribute then, and now he was reaping the benefits in full.

"But I really mean it dad, this was the best night ever." She squirmed up to give him a kiss, whispering before she closed the gap between them,, "Thank you so much."

The kissed for a long time, not aggressively, not lustfully, just gentle and heavy with emotion. John's fingers caressed his baby's side and her skin raised with tiny goose bumps when he tickled her too lightly. He would simply never tire of holding his amazing daughter in his arms. Alone with each other, they could be unburdened by judgment and morality. As their lips touched and tongues entwined, they could be simply in love.

"Will you take me home daddy?" Lily asked after they'd laid naked for long enough.

John rubbed his hand from her wet little panties all the way up and across her perfect breasts. He knew he would get a chance to do so again soon, but he simply didn't want to be away from her wonderfully naked form for a second if he didn't have to. Lily smiled as she felt his need by the warmth of his palms on her.

"Absolutely baby, let's get your clothes back on."

Helping the teenager back into her tight, blue and black dress was surprisingly fun. She could have done it herself, but Lily didn't want her father's hands far from her either. He got to tuck each of her plump globes into her delicate bra, and then hold her steady as she wiggled to stretch the dress over her body once more. John growled with frustration when Lily intentionally thrust her hips back and his cock was reminded not to fully deflate.

They checked around for evidence of their time on the terrace before walking over to the railing and looking out over the city. It was the perfect moment; Lily's lips buzzed at the touch of her father's, and the breeze rushed through her soft brown hair. Only the dark, impartial skyline was witness to the incredible love both shared and consummated on the hideaway rooftop. And as John and his daughter held each other close, they both dreamed that someday they would look back and remember the beautiful place where Lily conceived her father's child.

Neither of them wanted to leave, but when it was time Lily held her father's hand and he led her out. Marco showered them with thanks for visiting, kissed Lily's hand again and John and his baby embraced in silence the entire elevator ride back to solid ground. 

The way home was mostly quiet. Lily was tired; the wine had finally gotten to her. Plus, she'd always gotten sleepy on car rides home at night. For years, John had carried his daughter to her bed after a long night; it appeared this night would be no different.

As the car finally rolled to a stop and John turned to step out and circle around the car for his daughter's door, Lily grabbed his shoulder.

"Can we stay," the sleepy teenager asked, "just a little longer daddy?"

Even though they were more or less free to be open with each other around the house now, Lily was reluctant to end their date. She was a little worn out by their earlier rooftop tryst, but she wanted her father one more time before they ended the night.




Ask Your Father Ch. 01



'Damnit!' John chastised himself, 'you're her father for Christ's sake. Not only would a stunning young eighteen-year-old like Lily never want a man like you, but it's incest.' John resolved not to think any more of the subject, if he could help it. But that word, that act, the image of making love to his beautiful daughter and the thought of her naked and moaning for him... As he set her down on the bed and pulled the sheets over her enticing figure, John wondered if he could keep his composure for an entire week of watching her frolic around wearing hardly anything.

John's head hit the pillow and he drifted off to sleep more easily than he'd expected. Lily, just upstairs in her room above the master bedroom, was equally curious about the days to come. She hardly ever slept through the many times her father had taken her to bed, so the place where her father's hand had rested tingled gently and lulled her to sleep with a heavy feeling on her heart.

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"Morning daddy!" Lily said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around her father's shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. The smell of her father's body wash and that cup of coffee in his hand opposite the newspaper would always be her favorite thing to wake up to.

"Morning lil' one," John replied, "there's coffee there if you want it, and I got some donuts from that bakery you guys like."

"Mmmm..." Lily said, carefully selecting the maple one she'd fallen in love with a few years ago and taking a bite, "Jeez dad, it's vacation. You must have been up at six or something. Can't you ever sleep in?"

"I'll get all the sleep I need when I'm dead." was John's retort.

Lily gasped, "Don't say that dad!" She padded over to him and hugged him almost too tightly around the neck. Lily never could stand even the suggestion of being without her dad.

John playfully hooked his youngest around the waist and whipped her around so she was sitting on his lap. Her little butt just seemed to fit so perfectly atop him, though they never seemed to do it when anyone else was around. John pulled Lily quickly toward him and snuck a kiss. He could taste the sweetness of maple frosting on her lips, and feel his daughter smiling through the kiss because she knew it. Lily pulled back an inch or so, slowly. She felt a little cross-eyed, but still wore an adorable grin on her face as she peered into her father's eyes. Those beautiful blues, her father thought, he hardly even knew where they came from in her heritage and yet there they were staring back at him mesmerizingly. A few charming freckles decorated the tops of Lily's cheeks, no doubt more plentiful due to all the time she spent in the sun against his wishes. He could only admire her for so long until it became inappropriate to remain so intimately close.

They broke apart finally, and thank god because Lily's mother came trudging loudly into the kitchen. She was annoyed about something as per usual, but Lily and her father remained content to tune her out as she bitched about 'Lily's already messy room.' Father and daughter shared a few loving glances as Rachel mouthed off, each wondering if the other was experiencing the same blooming admiration.

But when Rachel called Lily a brat for whatever she'd been ranting about, John refused to be silent. "You know what Rachel, that's enough."

Everyone was quiet for a second.

"This is my vacation, and that is our daughter." He wasn't yelling; John's words were calm and commanding.

"It is the first fu..." Lily watched as her father paused to collect himself. She was smitten by his self-control. "It is the first morning of our vacation, and you can't help yourself trying to ruin it for everyone."

Rachel scoffed. She was speechless, but not because she was surprised. John could see it in her face that she knew he was right.

"Lily," John said with a tempered tone, "Do me a favor and keep your room reasonably better than your usual disaster area?"

The troublemaking brunette shrugged bashfully and shook her head in compliance. She quickly padded off to respect her father's wishes. She could hear her parents arguing downstairs, but her father quickly put the issue to bed.

As Lily closed her door behind her and flopped back onto her bedspread, she realized she was positively taken by the way her dad had stuck up for her. Something in her wanted to go down there and wrap her whole body around him and kiss him a thousand times. Lily doubted her mother would appreciate that very much; she'd have to wait until they were alone again.

The argument blew over eventually, but not without some obvious sulking by Rachel as the family set about their first day on vacation. By the time they got out on the water, Rachel had cooled down and with a beer in her hand she was actually quite pleasant. Lily didn't even mind when she brought up the boy stuff again.

"So..." she prodded, "did you ask your dad about talking to boys?"

"Yeeeesss mother," Lily replied.

"And? What did he say?"

"He told me to talk to boys like I do with him. And to be myself, and a few other helpful things." Lily answered, recalling some of the more interesting parts of her time alone with her father.

"Good, good!" Rachel said, obviously excited that her husband had gotten on board with the plan. That's not what John had intended to do, and Lily certainly didn't plan on using any of his pointers on the pompous guy she'd met that one time her mother invited him over. But, if it made her mom happy, Lily would pretend for a while.

"Do you have any more questions?" Lily's mother asked.

The teenager looked to where her father was driving the boat; he obviously couldn't hear them with the wind whipping past as he drove.

"Well, I asked him how to talk to boys, but that's not all there is."

Lily's mother furrowed her brow and then smiled, knowing that she was asking for more intimate details.

"You're right about that one Lily," her mother said with an obviously intoxicated grin,

"So...?" Lily pried, "What about when you're talking and you want to show a man... I mean boy, that you're interested....like physically."

"Well first of all, and this goes without saying, you are only eighteen and you should absolutely not be having sex, so don't even think about it." There was the mom Lily knew, and obviously a liquored-up one for so freely talking about sex.

"Getting pregnant at your age can happen like 'that'," she said snapping her fingers. "And if it's not with the person you plan to love forever, it isn't going to work out to well for you. Which is why I haven't put you on the pill, so you don't get any ideas..."

"MOMMMM!" Lily interrupted, "Stop. I won't have sex okay? I didn't mean that. I just meant like flirting and stuff!"

Lily really hadn't been thinking about being pregnant, but thoughts of sex had definitely entered her mind recently. She was a virgin, but Lily didn't feel totally clueless. Sure, she'd hardly done more than kiss a boy at a sleepover her parents didn't know there would be boys at, but she'd picked up a few things and obviously knew how it worked. The young teenager knew from friends that sex was a very significant thing and most of them said that they absolutely loved it. Lily just simply hadn't ever been in a situation where it felt right, and she wasn't going to force it with somebody she didn't care about completely.

She wanted to know more, like what did men like about sex and how could she become good at it? What did it feel like? What is foreplay exactly... a million questions rattled around in her head. Needless to say, her interest was piqued, but she obviously couldn't ask her mom about it - maybe her dad?

"Well, to be honest," her mother started, loosening up a bit, "your dad was my first and last boyfriend, so I only know what he likes."

Rachel saw curiosity in her daughter's eyes and so she continued, "he always loved laying side by side, spooning, but you be careful doing that with a boy because they can get carried away easily! And having his hair played with, right around the front of his hairline."

Lily was tickled by the information, it was funny to hear about her dad like that.

"Let's see...what else... he's gets very bashful but excited about showing any kind of affection in public: running my fingers on his arm or leg, or whispering in his ear when nobody else can see. Your body language can tell a lot to a man, tell him you want him, or that you don't." Lily had a feeling that her dad had become accustomed to the latter of the two, and again she felt sad for him. "Alright mom, no more please!" Lily said, laughing and imploring her mother to quit embarrassing her.

The inexperienced teen was fascinated, it seemed she knew very little about how to work her way into a man's heart. It was strange to her, however, that she already did some of the things her mother was describing when she was around her dad. Lily guessed that she didn't have to work for a spot in her dad's heart and most of it was just natural dad and daughter stuff. She wondered if the same things would work on the boy who would be visiting in a few days, not that she really wanted to try it.

John noticed the ponderous grin that Lily had on as he looked back at her. He didn't know what the two girls had been talking about, but he was glad to see that it hadn't ended like their first conversation that morning. He was starting to feel like his thoughts were becoming a broken record, but as he gazed back at his daughter John was again struck by her beauty. 

She didn't have on the undersized bathing suit from the day before, this time instead opting for a beautiful bra-style lime green bikini. It pushed her teenage breasts up wonderfully and supported them in such a way that they bounced each and every time the boat hit a wave. Her skinny little hips were hugged by matching bottoms, with a bow on each side where they tied up to keep from falling off. 

John wondered what he might see if they did. He certainly didn't see his young daughter in the bathtub anymore; what if one of the carefully tied bows came undone and the green bottoms fell to her feet? A small part of him guessed that she would be shaven and smooth.

'Damnit,' John thought, wondering what was causing his thoughts to stray so consistently to inappropriate imaginings of his own little girl. He knew she was far from little anymore, evidenced by the way he was picturing her as he watched her stretch out with her arms over her head in the back of the boat. But why was she now becoming a different kind of object of his love? Perhaps it was the way she was smiling at him, as she did when she caught his eye in the rear view mirror. Or maybe it was the thought of losing her to a distant home in college, missing a chance to explore the curious change that has manifested in the time before she left. And likely, talking about more adult themes with Lily was not only getting him on the topic, but also thinking about his daughter in the same context.

With the way she looked in her swimsuit... tan skin looking warm and inviting to his wandering eyes and anxious fingers... breasts tucked snugly into each cup of her top and large enough to make her father proud of what he'd made... He wondered what would happen if he just went back to her and pulled the ribbon of the cute green bows holding her suit on and exposing her sexy little body in front of her mother, brother, and most importantly - her increasingly interested father. Something told him that was not a great idea, and John was scolding himself yet again as he cast his eyes away from Lily in hopes to quell the desire he had felt. In the back of his mind, John was hoping to have another night with his baby after everyone else had gone to bed. He didn't intend to act on any of his fantasies... 'Absolutely not,' he promised himself, but having the beautiful teenager in his company was reason enough to be excited.

The sunset couldn't come soon enough, and then the obligatory family time on the screened-in, and finally the exchange of excuses for going to bed or staying up and such as Lily and John each anticipated their alone time.

"Wanna go and sit on the dock dad? The moon is really pretty tonight." Lily asked after she and her father had shared a moment of unspoken admiration and eye-contact.

"Sure honey," John replied, trying not to sound too eager. "Don't you think you're going to be a little chilly out there?" They both looked at her in a small pair of pink cotton shorts and loose fitting spaghetti-strap top. There was no sign of a bra, and yet her young globes were perky as ever underneath.

"Well," replied John's underdressed young daughter, "we can grab a blanket, and then I have you of course! You're always so warm daddy, you should have enough heat for both of us."

Her voice was sweet and innocent. but both father and daughter were assigning a deeper meaning to Lily's words in their own minds. As John watched his little brunette trot over to the sliding glass door of the house and slip inside for a blanket, his eyes fell upon her long, tan legs. He wouldn't mind keeping her warm and, in turn, feeling the smooth skin of her calves and feet rubbing against him under a blanket.

In fact, that's just how things played out after Lily came back out and they walked with John's arm slung casually around his baby's waist. Lily shivered when she felt the hem of her shirt ride up and her father's rough, masculine hands come into contact with her skin. Neither of them missed that, nor did they fail to enjoy the intimate, if unintended, contact. But then John sat down first on the large bench at the end of the dock and Lily followed shortly after, Before John pulled the blanket over them, his daughter slung her legs over his and pulled his arm around her tight.

For a few quiet moments, they sat together and listened to the sounds of the peaceful lake. There was a lot going on in both of their minds. Lily always loved the sound of water lapping at the dock below, but at that moment she was more focused on the strong heartbeat in her father's chest. She was snuggled up so close that it felt like it was thudding right against her breast. John could feel his daughter's chest rising and falling in her cradled position at his side. Her legs felt even better than he'd imagined as she fidgeted to get comfortable and rubbed her legs along the length of his.

"Can I tell you a secret dad?"

"Of course you can." replied John.

"This is my favorite part of the day. I've been looking forward to everyone else going to bed for hours now." Lily was looking right into his eyes for approval.

"That's sweet honey," John said, then paused. "I've been looking forward to this since I put you to bed last night."

Lily leaned in even closer to her father in thanks, quieted by flattery.

"Can I just a few more questions like last night dad?" Lily requested, laying it on thick.

"Don't you know the answer to that by now Lil'? Of course you can," John was careful to hide the eagerness he felt. "I saw you and your mother talking again today, how'd that go?

"Oh fine," Lily told him, "she didn't get mad at me, which was nice. I was just asking her a few things about like flirting and stuff and she told me a little but I want to know more. She told me to ask you again."

It was adorable the way Lily sometimes spoke in streams of consciousness, her father thought.

"So... shoot." Her father urged her.

"Okay, weeeeeellllll... how will I know when I like a boy enough to be in a relationship, and how will I know he likes me?"

"Hmm... coming out of the gates with a hard one huh?" John rubbed his chin and Lily noticed the stubble on it; her father always looked so manly with his 5 o'clock shadow.

"Honestly, I think it's a pretty obvious feeling when you realize that you're with somebody you want to get to know romantically. You'll get close to each other and want to touch and feel each other; it's kind of an inexplicable feeling, almost like a big magnet is pulling you towards her or something."

Somehow, that made a lot of sense to Lily She thought it was kind of funny how her father had switched to talking about 'her,' like he was imagining a scenario instead of teaching her about something. John felt his teenager shift her bare legs around like she was trying to tangle up in his even more than she already was. He wished she would stop because he couldn't help that the added touching was making not only his heart beat deeply but his pants stir in response. 'Stop it,' he chastised himself.

As John went on, Lily listened intently. Her father told her how it was important to have mutual attraction to each other, how imbalance could cause problems in a relationship and how becoming more intimate required time and becoming comfortable with her partner. When Lily reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, John felt like he would tell her anything she wanted to hear at that moment.

"I feel kind of dumb asking this," Lily started with the most innocent care in her voice, "but I don't really know what you mean about being more intimate. Like, say I want to do that with this kid mom's pushing on me, what would I do?"

This felt off limits. John knew he should stray from going into detail when it came to intimacy and his attractive young daughter. But suddenly, he felt a pang of jealousy and the spark of competition. It caused him to overlook his reservations.

"First of all," John said with a noticeable edge, "I resent that your mother is making you think you owe this boy some kind of attention. You don't."

Lily thought she might have crossed a line with her father; he seemed jumpy at the topic and it made her feel curiously anxious. John decided to backtrack a bit:

"But...." he resumed, pulling Lily close and making her feel more at ease with the conversation, "there's a lot of things involved when it comes to flirting. Some of it you'll just do without thinking about it."

Lily wondered if the way her dad was running his fingers up and down her side but over her shirt was meant as an example of what her dad was saying.

"Of course, there's always touching with your fingers. Men and women have all kinds of spots that well... turn them on. Do you know what that means?"

"Duh Dad!" Lily blurted, "I don't live under a rock."

"Okay okay," John felt so at ease with his little girl; their chemistry was undeniable. "So you know then that there are some obvious spots that we won't talk about because you're eighteen and I won't pretend you're as innocent as you look." And despite glossing over them, both John and Lily's eyes darted down to the blanket, at each other's respective 'spots.'

They both noticed the glance when their eyes met again, and Lily choked out a laugh. It was inappropriate to acknowledge, but John couldn't help joining his teenager in giggling about the unspoken awkwardness.

"But there's other things too," John continued, feeling his daughter quiet and her giggling stop after a time, "like what you're doing with my hair right now."

Lily bit her lip adorably and continued messing about with her father's thick, dark strands.

"So you know about touching the hair... neck is a big one." As he said it, John took his free hand and made a 'V' with his thumb and forefinger on his daughter's neck. As soon as he touched her there, Lily held her breath. He followed the path of the stunned brunette's collarbone with his fingers until just low enough to feel the beginnings of her mounded breasts. When he finally lifted from her chest, Lily was able to take a breath.

Her whole body felt numb. 'Oh my God that was crazy,' Lily thought to herself. She couldn't believe how one simple motion by her father had made her feel so wholly consumed by his touch.

John didn't have to ask. He had felt his little girl's reaction. He knew she understood.




Ask Your Father Ch. 01



"And the way that you're sliding your legs around honey," her dad acknowledged, "you better be careful with those things, they're dangerous."

Lily blushed and retreated deeper into her father's hold. She was buzzing with thoughts and feelings she felt totally unfamiliar with. She hadn't expected the conversation with her father to go this way, but was glad where they'd ended up. Still, after the way her dad had commented on Lily rubbing her legs again his, she didn't like that he had since curbed the attention he'd been paying her. John was trying his best not to take their 'lesson' too far, and Lily had noticed. She decided to push her luck a bit.

"Is that it Dad? I mean Brian might like some of that, but so far you've only told me about using my fingers in his hair and rubbing my legs on him. I'm already doing that with you, so that can't be everything!"

Even though John had fully recognized the inappropriateness of what he and his teenage daughter were doing, he forgot himself again to protective instinct. Lily was his own daughter, and she wasn't to be peddled off to some boy she didn't care about. He was right there, obviously madly in love with her, and more than willing to help her understand what being intimate with a man meant.

Surprising her, John pulled Lily from her seated position beside him directly into one on top of his lap. Knowing that his cock had gotten unintentionally hard from all the suggestive talk, John made sure to slide her so that his erection was tucked behind her and not right up into her thin shorts. When she came to rest, John could feel the sexy eighteen-year-old waiting expectantly for his next move.

She felt so perfect in his lap. Her cute little butt was cupped by his larger lower half. He'd seen her youthful and round cheeks enough times to make his head spin while she frolicked about in her swimsuit earlier in the day, but feeling it against him was far better.

"It's not always as simple as touching; it matters how you do it too." John taught, "Do you want me to show you?"

As he asked the question her father placed both hands gently on Lily's hips. She was spellbound, completely submitted to her father.

"Mhhh hmm." Lily granted.

John slowly but decisively grabbed hold of his daughter's hips. She immediately found herself arching her back as his thumbs dug into the dimples of her lower back. His fingers came in contact with her hipbones as he massaged her backside. Lily couldn't help herself from forcing her butt further into her father's lap. John knew where things could head from there. If he followed his most primal instincts, he would have slid his hands up her sides and finally taken her teenage breasts into his palms while grinding back into her. He felt compelled to, instead of stopping, wrap his thumbs around her waistband and slide her shorts down those thin legs so she was bottomless for him.

Lily mewwed. Nobody had ever touched her like that before. There was that. But nobody had ever made her feel quite so desirable either, and that was before she had even propped up on her father's lap. Now Lily was pining for her father's touch and she didn't have the capacity left to consider why. She could only press harder into him and hope he wouldn't stop.

For a few moments their suggestive contact continued. Lily wasn't exactly grinding her ass onto her father's cock, and John wasn't technically giving his attractive young daughter more than a lower back massage, so it seemed alright.

"Just so you know, lips are one of the most important things to pay attention to," John said, speaking quietly now into Lily's ear.

"Obviously I won't actually kiss you, but getting close works too." As he spoke, John placed his mouth at the nape of his daughter's neck. While he was speaking, Lily could feel her dad's breath caressing her skin; she didn't completely agree that he shouldn't kiss her.

Lily's hips moved on their own, as did her arms as they stretched above her and backward. With her tiny frame splayed out in his lap and his head in her neck, John was treated to an uninhibited view of his daughter's breasts within her shirt. He didn't want to stare too long, but his eyes stayed put regardless. He could just make out the pink circle around her nipple, the moon was so bright it lit her naked front up just for him. When her hands came into contact with the back of his neck and the sensitive spot in his hair, John thought he might lose his reserve.

"Oh god Daddy," Lily cooed. Her father's hands were tight on the soft spot of her pelvis and beginning to urge her hips back and forth at a very slow but noticeable pace.

"What Lil'?"

"Don't stop, I like that," said his little girl.

It felt incredible, and the young teenager in front of him was the girl he loved most in the world, let alone the most incredible beauty. But hearing her ask him to continue was too familiar, the only time he'd heard that John had soon heard a girl crying his name as he made love to her. He couldn't do that with Lily. As much as we wanted to rip the skimpy clothing from her youthful body and show her the full extent of what she wanted to know, he simply couldn't. Though he was hard as ever and feeling Lily's plump little butt gyrate against his cock, he just couldn't do more.

"I think you've learned enough for one night...I think it's time for bed," John said, in an attempt to put an end to things.

Lily froze. She was stunned. Her daddy had started all of the touching and she didn't think it was fair for him to stop now. But maybe he didn't want to continue, maybe he was only teaching her like she'd asked. After all, she had asked, not him. Lily felt sad that her dad was removing his hands from her and obviously expecting her to follow suit. Lily felt heat inside her body that she'd never felt before.

"Do we NEED to go in Dad?" Lily tried in one last effort to continue.

She felt her father close his hands around her hips and squeeze tightly once more. She squealed because he pressed so hard around her hipbones that he hit a pressure point or something.

"Yes honey," John said when finally lifting his daughter off his lap. He looked down to see that her shorts had ridden up, as well as her shirt. If he'd looked any closer he would have seen that between his baby girl's legs was a wet spot caused by the feelings he'd brought out in her.

Lily walked mindlessly next to her father on the way back into the house. She was lucky to have his hand wrapped around her waist and guiding her or she might have wandered off the dock and into the dark water. Both of them were glad for the renewed contact, even if it was far the distance they were silently hoping to go.

"Do you want to have some you-and-me time again tomorrow?" Lily's heart skipped a beat when she heard her father ask it.

She simply looked up with big puppy-dog eyes and nodded at him. John loved the way she bit her lip and lifted her shoulders like she was embarrassed to say yes.

Lily grabbed at her dad's shoulders to get him to lean down so she could kiss him. Usually, it was just a short kiss and goodnight. This time, both father and daughter lingered a few seconds before connecting. They just... sensed... each other and the hesitation felt right. Then Lily stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to her dads. It didn't last too long, but it sure felt different.

When they broke, both were silent; the quiet felt natural. As John watched his little girl open her bedroom door, he got one more good look at the ridiculous night-clothes she was wearing. When the door closed, he was tortured to know if she'd be taking them off. Lily was hesitant to even allow the thought, but as she began to undress she wished she wasn't doing it herself.

Both Lily and John went to bed staring at the ceiling. They were so in-tune with each other that their thoughts were practically the same.

Lily swore at herself for being so careless with her dad. He was only doing what she'd asked. He'd never do any of those things for real with her. And yet, she was pretty sure she'd felt a stiffness in his pants when she'd gotten the chance to wiggle her butt around on him. And his hands weren't just showing her where to touch, they were touching her deeply. She felt bad for her dad, that he probably hadn't gotten the chance to touch her mother like he had with her. And Lily certainly didn't mind letting him do so with her, in fact her only wish was that he'd show her more.

John resolved not to take one more step with Lily. It was no use beating himself up for being aroused by the eighteen-year-old's perfect body... or those soft, shapely breasts... or the graspable bottom that he'd felt grinding backward into his lap. Damnit, he couldn't even keep his thoughts contained long enough to scold himself. He had to be indifferent, he had to cut out the temptation and be a good father. But she'd practically begged him to continue; how was he going to keep saying no. How could he deny her when he now lay in bed wishing that he'd just kept going, that he'd gotten his hands all over the fully naked and willing teenager that happened to be his daughter.

They both fell asleep within a couple minutes of each other, despite the separate rooms. 

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Sleeping it off turned out to be a good thing. John and Lily both awoke without the intoxication of each other to cloud their judgment. Lily didn't see her dad until she had already showered and come downstairs for breakfast.

"Think you and your brother are up for going into town today?" Lily's mother asked.

"Sure mom," she replied, grabbing some bacon from the plate on the countertop, "what time?"

"Soon," replied her mother, "but you can take your time and eat your breakfast first."

Lily sat down next to her dad, looking for his eyes to be directed her way but not finding them. John flinched when she accidentally brushed her leg against his. Nobody could know that he'd done a hell of a lot more the night before with his eighteen-year-old daughter, but he felt skittish nonetheless. Lily was admittedly confused by her dad's behavior.

He warmed up though, and when her mom and brother let Lily sit shotgun on the way to town, the two lovebirds were soon chatting and talking as normal. His eyes had this new kind of familiarity in them. Lily felt like he was continually acknowledging secret between the two of them, and each time it made her heart jump beneath her breast.

Even better was when her mother and brother Daniel wanted to stay and listen to some gathering that was going at the main crossroads.

"Lily and I will go pick up a few of those toiletries we forgot at the convenience store while you guys do... this," he said motioning at whatever was going on with disinterest. Lily was on board, the guy talking sounded stuffy and looked like one of her old history teachers.

While they were walking, John watched his youngest skip around restlessly in her jean shorts and baseball shirt. Of course, she'd tied the shirt up to show off her tummy and the ring on her bellybutton that she was so proud of. She looked cute as ever, and he expected nothing less.

There was some horseplay between the two as they perused the aisles of the store. John got what he thought he was supposed to, but wasn't really paying too much attention. Lily kept coming up behind and trying to knock him down by bending his knee suddenly on the side he was leaning to. She got close a few times, but mostly he just let her continue because he liked feeling her chest press against him and her tiny hand on his forearm when she did it.

"What are you looking at now?" John asked, seeing his daughter stopped a spot on the aisle in front of him.

When he got closer, he saw and whoosh of breath escaped his mouth as he realized.

"What are you doing over here," John asked, much more quietly now, not wanting to call attention to the fact that he was standing with his eighteen-year-old daughter in the condom aisle.

"I dono," Lily said bashfully, "I just haven't ever seen one before... I wouldn't know how to use one."

John didn't have an answer for her, but somehow he wasn't surprised at what he heard next.

"Mom definitely won't teach me about this..." she paused, then looked his way with those damned big blue eyes pleading, "...will you daddy?"

"Wha... no I coul.... no way..." John stuttered. Lily thought it was funny that she'd caught her dad off guard.

"Relax Dad," she said with a hand on his arm again, "It's not like I plan on needing one or anything."

"Honey I don't know.... I don't think I sho...hmmm..." John was unprepared for this.

"Please daddy?"

"Can't you ask one of your friends or something?" He attempted.

"My friends that are boys?" Lily asked suggestively.

"No!" John had to catch himself and his volume to prevent anyone noticing he and his daughter who had now taken a pack of condoms in her hand and was flipping the box around. "No you better not!" He said feeling oddly protective again.

"Come on daddy please?" Lily was getting louder now, the little brat. "Won't you teach me how to use a condom?"

"Lily shushhh!" John cautioned.

"You don't want your little girl getting pregnant, do y...mphhh" Lily couldn't finish because her dad had reached out and covered her mouth and that teasing little smirk she had on it when she was goading him.

"Cut it out," he said as he looked down at her and then around the store. She could tell by the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth that her dad wasn't actually mad, but she decided not to test him anymore.

"Fine," he said, "I'll get them but you have got to go stand outside. I can't be seen buying condoms with my beautiful eighteen-year-old right next to me."

"Nobody knows I'm your daughter, DAD," she replied with inflection but then being much quieter, "and it's not like you're buying them to have sex with me either!"

John flinched for the second time that day; a pang of guilt that he didn't intend struck him. Just the thought of buying a condom around his pretty teenager and that incredible body she'd been dangling in front of him put two opposing themes together in his mind. Sex...his daughter...sex.... his daughter. No, he couldn't allow the thought that the box of condoms in his pocket were for anything other than education. He certainly wasn't going to give them to his little girl so she could try them out on someone else. No... he'd teach her what she needed to know, but nothing more.

John was considering how to go about showing his daughter how a condom works without crossing any lines when his wife and son found them again. Lily surprised him right before they joined up by shoving her hand down into his pocket. She pushed the box down further; it must have been showing.

"I don't think we want mom or Daniel seeing those, huh?" Lily suggested.

"You've got a point there Lil'," John responded.

While they were watching Rachel and Dan approach, Lily hooked her fingers on her father's belt and stood up to speak in his ear. John was immediately nervous that the contact might be perceived as strange by his wife, but determined it was only because of the box he had in his pocket.

"I'm really curious, can you teach me about these tonight when mom goes to bed?" Lily asked sweetly.

"Sure sweetie," John said quickly, giving her a playful shove with his shoulder in hopes that he might shift her from the suggestive position. Of course, Lily made sure to let her chest brush against her father's side plenty before she returned to her spot at his side.

"What did you two get?" Rachel asked them, holding a bag of her own.

Lily quickly looked up at her dad, raised her eyebrows and smiled. 'She is just the worst!' thought John as he saw the knowing glance from his brunette teenager.

"Got everything you had on the list," responded John, wondering if there was any hint of a lie in his voice.

"And a few things you didn't!" sang Lily.

John tried hard not to look stunned as his eyes darted down to his little girl. But then Lily brought a candy bar to her mouth and crunched off the tip while still looking at him and John breathed easy.

He was starting to wonder how he was going to deflect the trouble they were stirring up with all this somewhat inappropriate interaction. John tried to remind himself of the promise not to let things go any further with Lily. Looking down at her, seeing the cute face he'd grown to love so much and further down the alluring, bare skin at her stomach, John worried about how hard keeping that promise would be.

But things just always seemed to work out for him. Nobody noticed a thing. Not one sideways glance from his wife or prying eye from an onlooker. Even when he wrapped his hand around Lily's waist, fulfilling his aching desire to touch the bare skin of her stomach - nothing. John surmised he was just being paranoid, which wasn't exactly a bad thing, but at least he could relax and enjoy his beautiful teenager's company.

"Hey Dad, stay there for just a second," Lily directed without explanation.

They'd walked into a local shop and the family was mulling about the store. Lily seemed to always stay close to her father, which John was glad of. He didn't like having her out of his sight for some reason, probably because she was so damned fun to look at.

But then he watched as his little one crossed her arms over her head and pulled off her shirt in one swift motion. She was cornered by a couple of clothing racks, but certainly not enough to just disrobe in the middle of the store!

"Lily what are you..." John started and then stopped, seeing that his daughter had pulled her bra off as well. She was turned away from him but he definitely got a clear view from behind of her perfect breasts jiggling free of the bra. He quickly moved closer to her to protect anybody else from seeing.

"You can't just do that!" He said in a hushed voice, watching his wife to be sure she wasn't looking their way.

"Oh don't be such a tightass dad," she replied, "what do you think?

John turned around to find his daughter pulling a dark tank-top down around her stomach. It cut low enough that he could already see her cleavage and she hadn't even adjusted it yet. 'Damnit' he thought, 'why did she have to wear that, how did she know that he loved shirts like that?'

Her breasts even showed a little bit on the side, and John could make out a little nub where her nipple was. If he wasn't so incredibly turned on and still stunned that she'd changed right there in the store, he would have been pissed that she was wearing it at all.

"It's nice, honey, why did you pick that though?"

"No reason," Lily lied, "I guess I was a little warm and it looked comfy."

Truthfully, she'd done it because of what her mother had told her the day before. She knew her dad would like it, and she'd seen him stealing looks at her all day. When she finished pulling down the shirt over her upper body, it left a thin strip of skin just above her low-riding shorts and Lily reached up to make sure her breasts looked good too.

"Don't you think that shirt is a little revealing?" Her mother asked when they were checking out.

"Relax mom," Lily answered snidely, "Nobody here knows me. And besides, I've got Dad to protect me if any boys come after me."

John rolled his eyes; his daughter was unbelievable. But then, he liked the thought that Lily was his to protect.

Once again, the day flew by. John had to fend off Lily reaching into his pocket to grab at the box of condoms in there for whatever reason she was doing it - probably to cause trouble. Always he was unsure whether she was intentionally positioning herself so that he could see down her shirt, or feel her little body against him or whatever other antics she decided to pull next. And always there was a building apprehension about how he should react. Certainly he wasn't supposed to feel turned on, but the erection he kept getting didn't seem to care one bit.




Ask Your Father Ch. 01



"Thank God!" Lily finally gasped after her mother had yawned and decided to turn in.

Suddenly she was bubbly and full of energy again. As if some kind of switch had been flipped, suddenly Lily acted like it was okay for her to drape herself over her dad on the loveseat of the screened-in porch.

"I saw you and your mother talking again today; more life lessons?" John asked his daughter as he held her tight,

"I asked her about being pregnant and she actually told me all about it," answered Lily, "First she told me I better not even dare think about it until I'm with a man who has a good career and we're married and all our money was saved up... blah blah blah blah blah."

John laughed as he heard his daughter imitating Rachel and then felt her shake with a lovable giggle against his chest.

"You know she's not totally fully of it Lily, right?" John salvaged, "It can't be just anybody, you have to be sure you love each other and want to be together."

"I knoooow Dad, do you know how many times she's said that to me?"

"Okay, I'm just making sure," John relented, "So what else did she say?" "She said that it hurt, a lot!"

"There's no doubt about that, I was there when you came out and man was your mother screamin'!" John told.

"But she also said that it was wonderful too. Having a baby growing in her was incredible, it's what makes women so much better than men. You can't survive without us. Then she said to ask you about what it was like." Lily repeated.

"Yep, that sounds like your mom." Dan said with a roll of the eyes. "You know, a lot of couples say it's the best thing that ever happened between them - pregnancy."

"What do you mean?" Lily asked, sounding curious.

"Well, it's a big thing, having a baby together. It means you're committed to each other and to being together, most people would say forever. it means you love each other enough to raise a child."

Lily stayed quiet. She liked hearing her dad describe it that way; it sounded a lot more beautiful than the way her mother had. Lily knew from experience that he was a good dad, but he made pregnancy sound like a wonderful thing for both partners, too.

"Everybody looks at it different I guess," John continued, feeling his daughter nuzzling him closer, "I guess I just romanticize it because I got such a beautiful daughter out of it."

Lily couldn't possibly have buried herself any deeper into her father's hold. She was so flattered she could just die. John was instantly struck to his center with enthralling happiness as he watched his daughter react physically to the compliment. He felt her body against him, saw her bite her lip the way she did, and then watched as she sat up and looked him straight in the eye. There was a few seconds of silence before Lily spoke.

"I love you so much dad... I can't even explain how much"

"I think I know how you feel," said John "I love you too Lily."

Lily hugged her dad again, trying to wrap her arms around him but finding his big shoulders too much to contain. Of course, John's arms encapsulated his daughter with more than enough to hold her and then some.

"Would it be too much to ask you to teach me some more dad?" Lily requested as she pulled away from the long hug.

"Nope, fire away!"

"I know I'm not supposed to have sex, I'm not saying I want to," Lily reasoned, "I just don't want to feel some dumb when all of my friends talk about it."

"So... " John prompted.

"Can you teach me about the condoms?"

"Oh shit... those..." He'd totally forgotten for a moment, all the talk of pregnancy with his daughter had his brain doing that awful association dance again. And of course, his pants were threatening to tent as he wasn't exactly soft when thinking such troublesome thoughts. He was grateful, though, that he didn't have a noticeable erection so Lily didn't get any ideas.

"Yeah, I guess I can teach you," John agreed, seeing Lily sit up with excitement. He had to conceal his. "You're gonna have to go get something we can use as a prop. I'm pretty sure I saw some bananas your mother bought from the market."

Lily hadn't been sure what to expect, but she was suddenly disappointed. She didn't like the idea of using a prop, though she wasn't exactly going to suggest using the real thing.

"Better bring your dad a drink, too, I'm not equipped to show my eighteen-year-old daughter how to put on a condom without at least a couple fingers of scotch."

Lily was okay with that. But on her walk back into the house, she decided on a change of plan. She found the bananas alright, but she didn't like the look of those. She quickly opened the trash and through them in, shuffling things around so they weren't on top. She did the same thing with the cucumber that was in the fridge, and she pushed the tall jar of cherries to the very back, though she didn't think it would have worked anyway.

She opened a few drawers and tossed the ice cream scoop, a turkey baster, and some other weird tube looking thing in a cabinet nobody would find. The kitchen wasn't very well equipped so it didn't take long before Lily had covered all her bases. By the time she was done, the teenager realized her heart was racing. She quickly poured her dad a big glass of his favorite scotch with one ice cube before running up to her room to change.

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"Thank you sweetheart," John said, taking the glass over his shoulder that his daughter had put there after he heard her approach from behind him.

He took a long drink, finding quite a bit more scotch than necessary in the glass. Still, it warmed him just right. When he was tilted the glass back, he sprayed the lingering fluid from his lips as he caught a glimpse of his daughter.

"LILY!"

She had changed again. This time it was simply unacceptable. She was wearing an incredible matching set of bra and panties. The bottoms were a sheer black boyshort style. He could see most of her hips and the 'v' between them leading to a hardly substantial patch of opaque fabric that covered where her tiny opening would be. They were revealing enough for him to know that she shaved. The top was equally as striking, a dark black cup that left as much of her incredible, young breasts atop them as was possible. If he just pried toward him with a finger, her nipple was sure to be shown.

"What?" She said. Even his troublemaking little girl couldn't pretend she didn't know that what she was wearing was inappropriate.

"You can't wear that around me!" John chided, "who am I kidding, you can't wear that around anyone!"

Lily looked hurt. John tried to look away. So much of his beautiful girl's body was on display for him. The shadows from a dimmed overhead light showed all the curves and tight spots of his daughter's tight little body. If there was an outfit that made her look sexier out there in the world, John had to see it. Indeed, he wanted to see her, and though he knew he should have sent her right back inside to wear an oversized t-shirt or anything more suitable, the words didn't come.

"Do you want me to change? Don't you like it?" John couldn't answer, "I never get to wear anything like this, Dad. It's not fair that I can't fool around with any boys or have sex or even wear things that make me feel sexy."

She had a point there, it seemed a crime not to let the beautiful, athletic, young brunette show off her absolutely incredible body. And he was lucky that she was showing it only to him; he couldn't trust anyone else to treat her the way she deserved with that outfit on.

John sighed, and Lily saw the way he tried to avert his eyes. It made her feel just the way she'd hoped.

"Alright...fine...just..." he was still taken aback, "It's not that I don't like it," John said, finding his words, "I do; you look beautiful baby. It's just that I'm your dad and I'm not supposed to see you like this. You're practically naked!"

"Not all the way naked, Dad. Do you want me to be?"

John couldn't believe his ears, "What? No! Why would you need to be naked?" He was trying to keep his voice down, but he was understandably excited.

"Well it's just that I checked the entire kitchen and there's nothing to use for the condom."

"And...?" John begged of her,

"I dono..." she said, trying to look innocent, "I thought maybe you could use a little encouragement."

John's eyes stayed wide.

"I thought maybe if I dressed up like this you might find me pretty enough for your 'penis' to get hard like it did yesterday." Lily whispered quietly when she said penis like somehow that was crossing a line. "I'm sorry I assumed, I guess I was wrong."

His daughter looked too gorgeous and yet too hurt for him not to reassure her.

"Honey, I didn't say you weren't pretty enough."

With that, his eyes found her body again, she had sat on the edge of the seat and was close enough that John's heart could feel the proximity. Lily was still staring down, pouting. He pinched at her side just below her bra and watched her well supported breasts shudder as she flinched. A small smile cracked on her lips but she clearly didn't want it to show.

"Come on Lily, don't be like that," he said, pulling her closer. She allowed him to do so and he thought he felt her arch her back a little as she slid forward into the seat, but her body language still said she felt unwanted.

"I just have a hard time seeing you when you look like that, because I'm not supposed to think my daughter looks sexy..." John knew he was walking a line, "...even if she really does."

Lily finally looked up. She'd gotten what she wanted, or at least part of it. The other part was not so well hidden by a big bulge that she could see in her father's pants. John's hand came to rest on his daughter's side, just above the thin band at the waist of her bottoms. He wasn't shy about holding her either, and the way his fingers pushed against her skin was enough for Lily... for the moment.

"So you're telling me that there's nothing up there to use for me to teach you about these?" John said, grabbing the box of condoms out of his pocket. "This isn't just one of those 'I'm too lazy, I can't find it' type of things?"

"I swear daddy, I looked. You know there's not much in the kitchen."

He supposed she was right. He could have sworn there was a bunch of bananas right next to the knife block, but he could be wrong. John took another swig of the cold liquor; it wasn't enough to get him near drunk, but as he started to weigh the options of how else to teach Lily about using protection, the choices didn't seem as taboo. But then, neither did the way his hand had started to massage around the soft skin above her hip.

Lily inhaled deeply, she would accept whatever attention her dad dared give her. She could feel his eyes on her, and responding to the way he was touching her, she rolled her hips and pushed out her chest so he could see her tits a little better.

It was working: the booze, the soft glow of the lights, the hum of night critters and the enabling privacy of a father and daughter alone on the porch at night. It wouldn't be so bad if he just showed Lily what she was obviously implying. After all, it was teaching her about safe sex. He didn't even like the thought of her having sex with another man, but being pregnant by one he could not abide.

"Are you sure you know what you're asking Lily? Daughter's aren't supposed to see their father's private parts on purpose."

"I know dad, but you're just teaching," she seemed to have the perfect response for everything, "It's okay, I know to keep it to myself. I just want to see."

The perfect response... the perfect body... the most perfect daughter that a man could ask for. John was content with their agreement as he tipped the remains of the glass into his mouth and savored the woodsy flavor of it. He had a little buzz, but maybe that was because he was anxious about what they were thinking of doing next.

Lily took the glass out of his hand and put it on the table. She looked ready for action, and probably a little too eager.

"Okay, here goes nothing," said John, handing her the box, "You take out one of those, and I'll take out..."

The two of them chortled at the phrasing. Lily's hands were a little unsteady as she held the box and opened it. They were wrapped just like anything else, like a candy or something, she thought amusingly.

Lily watched excitedly as her dad unbuckled his belt and fidgeted with the button, "Do you need me to do anything to make it har..." Lily's jaw dropped.

John had decided not to prolong the act of revealing his cock to his daughter for fear that she, or more likely he, would change his mind before it could happen. As soon as he pushed the waist of the pants and underwear with it past the right spot, his staff sprung free.

He found himself smirking a bit as Lily took him in with a look of awe on her face. Certainly, she hadn't prepared herself for the actual sight of what she'd been asking for. But the way she was fidgeting around at the hips in her perched position, John was pretty sure she wasn't going to ask him to stop.

"Yeah," John spoke knowingly, "I think you see now why I was worried about you wearing that outfit around me Lil'."

"Uh huh," sounded his daughter, swallowing deeply. "It's...bigger, than I expected it to be."

Before he sat down Lily got a good look at the impressive length of her father's manhood and the way it stood at such an angle. From the one time or so that she'd accidentally seen her dad's penis after a shower, she couldn't believe how it looked so solid and straight. Her eyes never left it, even after her father took a seat next to her and tried to relax under her gaze. John decided it was fair, as he was silently memorizing each and every curve of his daughter's body.

"Well," he said, startling her to attention, "should we move on to the next part or do you just want to stare?"

"Oh, sorry Dad! I just didn't know that it would already be all full like that already. How will this thing fit on there?" Lily asked, looking at the relatively small ring showing through the wrapper.

"Just hand me the condom, and by the way that's what happens when my daughter gets almost naked around me, I can't help but think about her ACTUALLY naked."

"Ohh, I'm sorry I didn't know that's what you wanted," Lily apologized innocently, "Should I take off my bra and panties for you too daddy?" As she said it, she reached around her back for the clasp in her bra, jutting her teenage breasts toward her father as she did.

"No!" John replied without hesitation. But the damage was done; both Lily and her father saw his cock stiffen noticeably at the thought of having his beautiful eighteen-year-old naked in such close proximity to his bare cock. Having revealed his desire involuntarily or not, John knew such a thing was an accident waiting to happen. He couldn't let it go that far. He didn't want to mislead Lily again, though:

"That would be too much for your old dad, Lily" he said, "why don't you just open that and I'll show you how to put it on."

Lily complied, tearing the packet and letting the rubbery thing inside slip out onto her palm. She pretty much understood immediately how to use it. When her father reached over to take it from her, Lily closed her fingers on it.

"Wait," she said, "that's it? Last night you told me about massaging and kissing and then all of the sudden we put on a condom?"

"Well, no, things come in between." His shaft remained standing at attention. Now he was thinking about whether he'd have to show Lily how a man might rub her little pussy until she cried out with pleasure. That couldn't happen.

"What kind of things?" She asked sweetly.

"Come on Lily, you know what I'm talking about," he said while looking intently into her eyes, "touching each other, you know... things we can't exactly learn about together."

Lily giggled again; she liked pestering her dad. Of course she knew about that stuff.

John reached for his daughter's hand again and she pulled it away. He felt frustrated and horny and for some reason he had this image of pushing all the furniture away and laying Lily down on the rug to do... something.

"Lily," he said sternly, "I thought you wanted to learn?"

"I do, I do..." Lily hesitated, "but I want to put it on myself."

He should have expected that. He should have known that Lily would push the envelope once again. His silent desire certainly agreed with her, even if his reservations didn't. Yet, John stayed quiet for a the time being. If he had really wanted to he could have denied her on the spot.

"Please daddy," she pleaded, "I can already see your hard cock right in front of me. Would it really be so bad if I put the condom on you so I can learn how to myself?"

No, absolutely not. That's what John should have said. That's what he wanted to say. That was, until he blinked and was reminded how incredibly sexy his daughter looked in that black lingerie and how she was still probably the most stunning girl he'd ever come across, regardless of their relation.

He let go of her wrist; he'd been holding it as he debated her request. Seeing the look in her father's eyes, Lily knew she could continue.

She opened her palm again and then examined the rubber ring inside. Flipping it over, the mischievous little brunette found what looked like the side that would roll easily down her father's shaft.

Then she looked right into his eyes. This was it, she was going to 'learn' by putting a condom on her own father... her own father whose cock was hard for her. The thought made Lily squirm.

Keeping her eyes on his as much as she could, Lily carefully directed the condom so it was resting on the very tip of his upright pole. She watched her dad take a big breath as she did what came naturally and slowly pushed her fist down over his head. John could only stare with amazement.

The rubber stretched taught in no time, before she could even get her whole hand around him. His penis looked even bigger with her small fingers wrapping around it. Lily wasn't sure the rubber circle could stretch any more, but seeing the obvious look of pleasure on her dad's face, she had to try.

"It's kind of fun," she told him with a cheeky smile, "does it feel good when I do this?"

John had to hold out, he couldn't let this turn into more. It was his obligation as a father. "It's alright," he said, gritting his teeth.

Lily wouldn't be discouraged. She felt the lubrication on the part of the condom she had exposed and brought her hand back up to the tip to push down again.

'Fuck,' thought John. Either she knew what she was doing, or he was just unlucky. If Lily kept touching him that way he'd soon lose out in the battle to NOT enjoy her hand on him.

John watched as his daughter continued gripping his shaft and urging the condom further down on him. Again she lifted her hand and started at the tip like she was trying to smooth out the layer of rubber between her hand and his bare cock.

He focused on that: his young girl wasn't technically touching him, only the condom. But the way she was still gliding her hand over the slippery surface was much more like stroking than simply applying the protection.

Looking at her John was once again enamored by the wonder in her eyes and the obvious fulfillment of her youthful curiosity. He loved so much about his daughter, not least of which her beauty, but watching her John was reminded of what a wonderful companion she'd been to him for so long. He'd watched her grow into this intelligent, adventurous female with striking beauty. He'd taught her so much, and so he allowed her to continue 'learning' rather than to stunt the potential of their exchange.

"I don't think it can go any further daddy, you're thing is too big," alerted Lily.

"That's normal," said her father, "some are made a little bigger but these ones always fit me best."




Ask Your Father Ch. 01



"But what about here, dad?" Lily said, moving her hand directly to the base of her father's penis and grabbing on tight.

"Oh Jesus Lil'!" exclaimed her dad. 'So much for her not touching me directly,' he thought.

"What?" she asked, immediately understanding from the way she felt the underside of his shaft pulse in her hand. John didn't answer; there was no reason to, and so Lily continued:

"If you put it inside me, couldn't some still get out around here and get me pregnant?" She had the perfect, innocent look as she asked.

Lily was probably just being completely hypothetical, but how could her father prevent the immediate thought of both of those things. One: his own cock, which she held in her hand, being inserted inside his little girl. Just by looking at the faint outline of his daughter's lips behind those cute black boy shorts, John was sure it would be a difficult fit. And two, even though she was mistaken, his cum accidentally getting in Lily's young womb and what a forbidden yet alluring thing that was. The thoughts just seemed to come more naturally when his little girl was gripping his cock in her hand.

"No baby, it works just fine that way." he said, trying to shake off the forbidden images she'd instilled in his mind. "You see how there's a loose part at the top?"

Lily slowly brought her hand all the way up, making sure she had her fingers wrapped around for the entire motion. She couldn't get enough of the feeling of her father's cock in her hand; it was surprisingly warm and thick enough that she couldn't touch her two fingers together without trying really hard. When she paused for a second, she could feel his heartbeat pulsing within. Truthfully, she wanted to feel his whole cock without the condom on but instead she just crossed her fingers that he wouldn't end the lesson to soon.

When Lily's hand came to her father's tip, John inhaled deeply once more. Everything about her touch seemed to make him anxious for more.

"When you're having sex with one of these on and the man ejaculates, hopefully all of it stays up here."

"Ohhh.." Lily replied repeating the motion of bringing her hand from base to tip again. "Hopefully?"

"Well, it's not common, but sometimes the condom can break and that's obviously not good."

"Obviously!" said Lily adorably. "Is it only during sex?"

"That it can break, or that a man has an orgasm?"

"Well," she pondered, still moving her hand deliberately along her dad's length, "both I guess?"

John hadn't meant to say it aloud, but trying so hard to stay composed had him mixed up, "well if you keep doing that I might cum right here."

There was no taking it back, and Lily didn't miss a beat: "Keep moving my hand like this daddy?" Her hand began moving more consistently, up and down on her father's protected pole.

She was emboldened by the pleasure in her father's voice when he'd admitted it. Lily thought that might happen. In fact, she hoped it might, so she kept up her attention and watched as her dad rolled his head back and let her continue.

Then he surprised her. Of its own volition, John's hand found the thigh of his cross legged daughter. His hand had been resting on her tiny hip for a while, but his fingers wanted more Lily was sitting facing him the whole time she'd been practicing on his cock, and it was too easy to simply shift his hand.

First he rubbed firmly at her soft surface of her leg, moving in circles as his fingers experimented and rubbed his daughter suggestively. Her skin was just as warm and inviting as it looked, and Lily instantly enjoyed her daddy touching her. It just felt like the right thing to do at the time, and feeling her unapologetically was empowering. John wanted more. He'd made promises to himself, yet his fingertips disobediently inched closer to the bottoms he'd been admiring. Her father's touch made Lily nervous. She was aware of what was happening and completely willing, but nobody had ever touched her there before. Lily knew she was worried for no reason. She could feel totally safe with her dad, yet her hastened, excited breaths didn't stop.

And then her dad's fingers were at her panties. They pushed firmly on the mound above her shaved pussy. Lily quietly cooed. She was burning for him, though she had no idea what her dad's intentions were. He was slowly moving his fingers and touching everywhere but the burning center of her pelvis, and she was pretty sure that's where she wanted him the most.

Feeling a bit frustrated after a moment of that, Lily's hand, which had continued stroking her father all along, felt the ridge of the silly rubber ring that still covered her dad's penis. Each time her hand rolled up, the ring did too. If she just did it a few times, it would pop right back off.

And it did. By the time John finally put his fingers directly on the cloth-covered mound of his daughter, he didn't dare stop her from holding his bare cock in her hand. Lily just rolled the condom back the way it had come and let it fall to the ground. Her hand still had enough of the lubricant on it that she could slide it on her father's naked shaft; she liked it much better that way. There was even a little fluid coming out of his tip by then, thought the teenager, and she used that to ease her strokes too. Obviously, if she kept up the good work, he'd orgasm just like he told her. She wondered what that would be like without the protective condom on.

His fingers felt so wonderful on her. John was doing what Lily liked the most, though he couldn't have known, and that was to gently rub his finger between and around Lily's sensitive lips. She was so fired up that it immediately made her shudder with excitement and pleasure. Lily scooted closer to her dad, still facing him and letting him get closer to rub her pussy better.

"Oh sweetie, keep going," he instructed her, "you're gonna make your dad come."

John had promised not to go any further. This was only supposed to be a lesson. But she felt so good, and looking at her he was proud to watch his beautiful daughter stroke his cock as he rubbed her tiny pussy through her panties. It seemed only a shade more taboo for them to touch each other than to simply learn how to put a condom on. He wasn't having sex with Lily, after all, only teaching her about foreplay and how to please a man.

"Oh fuck daddy, you're really good at that. It feels good when you touch me."

"You too honey. Lay back a little, I'm getting closer."

"Oh keep going Dad! Don't stop touching my pussy," she was writhing her hips around in rhythm to her father's strong, massaging fingers. The way he was pushing them just right on her clit and the thin lips of her quim was inexplicably wonderful. Lily quickly obeyed her dad and leaned back in the chair so he could do to her what he wanted. She could only hope for him to do something more.

Lily saw the way her dad was positioning himself between her legs as she stroked him. It couldn't be, but a part of her wondered if he was thinking what she was. If he just reached down and pulled off her underwear, his big cock would be so close to her pussy. Would he ever consider teaching her about that, about how it would feel if he slid his hard penis inside of her and became the first man to claim her virgin pussy?

No, they couldn't. Lily had taken the condom off her dad and there was no way he'd risk getting her pregnant, she reasoned. It was so naughty of her to think about it, but somehow the thought of her getting pregnant with her dad didn't deter her as it should have. She couldn't know it then, but a similar thought had crossed her father's mind as well.

"Are you going to cum daddy?"

"Yesss..." her father hissed. "Do you know what's gonna happen baby?" He had just instinctively lined up in front of his daughter because it was what he wanted, but hadn't thought to ask her permission.

"Are you going to squirt your cum on me daddy?" Lily asked between breaths as she was trying to focus her attention on her dad and not on the escalating distraction of pleasure.

"Uh huh, do you want me to Lil'? John requested.

"Yes daddy.... mmmnnhh...oh fuck. You're gonna make me cum too," she looked so beautiful as she continued moving her hand and simultaneously wriggling under her dad's fingers. "Don't stop...no...don't stop..." Lily begged. She was doing such a good job, thought her father.

Lily was trying so hard to please her dad when she started to shudder from the onset of her climax on his fingers. She brought two hands to her father's cock and prayed that she was doing it right. She couldn't even keep her eyes open, or at least pointed in his direction. She'd never felt so much tension and desire released in an orgasm as the one her dad was causing her to feel. She knew she had succeeded when she felt the first warm spray of her father's cum on her bare stomach.

John looked down at his little girl. She was beautifully laid back on the arm of the couch and shaking visibly as her father continued to stimulate her pussy through the release. His cock spurted an incredible amount onto the eighteen-year-old's midsection.

"Daddy... oh my god... fuck... please!"

He just kept going, and her hips tried to lift in retreat. It had come on so quickly, but John was going to make sure his teenage daughter had every bit as powerful an orgasm as he was. And still Lily held on with two hands and pumped her father's cock right at her, coaxing each jet of white semen onto a different vacant stretch of her stomach.

Lily's orgasm lasted longer than her father's, and it was a beautiful thing to watch. She moaned loud enough that John worried she would wake someone up. Fortunately the closest room was his wife's, and she was a heavy sleeper. A few times, Lily's eyes stared into her father's when she could tear her concentration away from all the stimuli.

When she finally came to, they both looked together at the mess they'd created all over the surface of Lily's abdomen. That was definitely not what John had in mind when his daughter had asked to put a condom on him. Yet, he didn't feel even slightly compelled to complain.

"Your cum is so warm too dad! I can feel it all over my tummy!"

"You like that feeling Lily? Your dad liked feeling you make him come honey."

"Yeah daddy, I like it almost as much as the orgasm you gave me!"

She looked beautiful with the ropes of his white semen shot on her tan skin. It was so wrong, and simultaneously one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. Lily wearing that incredible black lingerie just for him was a treat enough, but the act of coating her with his sperm after teaching her how to put a condom on seemed too much to comprehend. He had to admit, that couldn't have worked out any better for him.

"You know, you said you just wanted to put on condom on me honey, were you lying?"

"No daddy, I swear!" Lily promised, "I just... I don't know, I wanted to make you feel good, and you're penis felt so big and warm and I just wanted to keep jerking it. I couldn't stop!"

He loved hearing her prattle on. She was so innocent and yet sexy at the same time. John quickly flipped around and maneuvered Lily so she could lay back in his arms. His hand came to rest around her shoulder with his fingers resting right at the tops of her breasts. Of course he immediately began caressing the tops of her mounded breasts. Below, the fresh ribbons of cum on the pretty high schooler's stomach began to cool and Lily could feel the night air tickling all the wet spots down there. But her dad was warm enough to keep her comfortable.

"It's okay baby, I don't mind. You did such a good job too. Should we clean you up now?"

"No Daddy, just let it stay like this for a little bit. I like it, it's like you marked me yours."

John loved that thought, and loved even more that his daughter saw it that way. In his eyes, Lily was his very own.

Exhausted after all of it, father and daughter dozed off. The image of holding his teenage daughter in his arms, her flat stomach still glazed with his cum, and the peaceful look on her face as she fell asleep was something John hoped to never forget. He dreamed of Lily, even as he held her, exploring unspoken curiosities of what lessons she might ask of him next. 

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It was a glint of sunlight that awoke him some number of hours later. At first, he rolled his shoulders back to loosen up, feeling a weight on his arm and chest as he did so. He looked down to see his daughter nuzzled under his arm in the same incredible lingerie, though seeing her practically naked form in the light of the morning was arguably better. Then he saw the drying, but some still damp streaks on her stomach from where she'd spent him the night before.

"Shit!" John said aloud.

Lily awoke, hearing her father's voice. "Mmmmnhhh," she murmured, pulling at his torso with her hands, "good morning daddy."

She sounded so adorable to John that he didn't want to just toss her from his hold and make her feel like they'd made a huge mistake.

"Lily," he shook her, "you have to get up."

When she opened her eyes, Lily saw that her father's cock was completely erect again. He'd had enough time to get a good look at the gorgeous teen before he'd realized they were still very exposed and in an unquestionably forbidden position together on the couch. "Ooo," the devious little brunette said with excitement, reaching over casually and grazing her father's cock with her gentle touch. His muscle flexed at the feeling. "Should we do another lesson dad?"

As Lily wrapped her hand around his cock, John almost threw caution to the wind and allowed her to stroke her like they'd done the night before. But the prospects of continuing to teach his daughter everything he wanted to got the better of him.

"Yes, but we can't now honey. It's morning; we've got to get up and get cleaned up before your mother or brother see us.

"That would be really naughty, wouldn't it daddy? We could get in so much trouble if someone saw how much cum I made you squirt on my tummy last night." Lily was obviously enjoying the taboo. "Especially if I said how much I liked doing it!" She sat up excitedly, "And how much I liked when you rubbed my pussy daddy! Can't we do it again, please?"

"Lily, no!" John cautioned, "please honey, we've got to get you out of sight and cleaned off!"

"Hmmmph," Lily pouted, watching her father stand up and cover up his erection with his pants.

She didn't want to have to pretend ALL DAY that she and her dad weren't exploring an exciting new path in their relationship. But now she was feeling disappointed and kind of mad, being shuffled off by her dad like nothing had happened. She got to her feet unenthusiastically as her father took her hands and pulled her up, against her will.

"Lily," he said, taking her down-turned face in his hands and lifting it towards his own, "I love you sweetheart," John sounded truly sincere and paused, "We can keep having our lessons, but I think you're smart enough to know that if anyone saw you like this..."

John ran a finger down his daughter's neck, across her collarbone and then hooked the top of her bra, playfully tugging it like he wanted to see her hidden nipple inside. When Lily looked down she was warming up again, reassured that her father wanted her. They both saw the messy surface of Lily's midsection together, causing Lily to smile with pride.

At any moment his wife could have walked down the stairs and seen him touching his daughter. There wasn't a chance she could miss the results of the previous evening splattered on the half-naked brunette's front. Still, he was powerless when his offspring looked up into his eyes with that sultry grin and big blue eyes full of content; he just had to kiss her.

At first, Lily didn't know what to do. It didn't feel like any other kiss that they'd shared, right from the start. Her father's warm palms on either side of her face were wonderful, she stepped up onto her toes and pressed her lips more firmly against his. She felt the tent in her father's pants brushing just above the waist of her bottoms. If she could have stayed there forever, she would have, especially when their mouths parted and opened to each other. Lily was inexperienced, but somehow she felt inspired to dart her tongue between their connected lips.

Lily's presence was intoxicating to her father, who was feeling the nervousness of their exposure build while he began to fear that they would start something he couldn't stop. His hands were already moving toward Lily's sides; he couldn't get enough of touching her there. When finally they reached there, both Lily and John were getting more aggressive about kissing each other and wanting more. John had to put a stop to it before they were found.

He firmly grabbed under Lily's rib cage and pushed her back from him, watching her lean in to maintain contact with his lips. She gasped again and glared at him like she was going to throw a fit. He couldn't yield to her, no matter how much he wanted to reach out and pull off her tiny bra and panties so she could be his pouting AND naked little daughter simultaneously.

"Nope," he said aloud, alerting them both that he would not be continuing. Lily felt her dad twist her hips away from him and then with a step towards her and two hands on the cheeks of her mostly uncovered butt, push her toward the door to the house. Lily looked back at her father and bit her lip for him before finally obeying him and heading toward the house. He watched her the whole way thinking 'my god am I in some trouble with that one.'

While John was inspecting the area, picking up the hardly used condom that Lily had cast on the floor, he started making promises he knew he couldn't keep again. 'This is a bad idea,' he thought, 'I should put an end to it right now.'

Lily was in the shower, feeling all different kinds of things as she remembered all the places on her body where her dad had touched her, and finally her midsection where he had coated her in spunk. She felt silly and lovesick wondering if her dad would let her keep pursuing their 'lessons,' if they could even be called that anymore. The whole time she wore a huge smile thinking of him; her dad had made her feel truly wonderful and she craved his attention even more. "You look fresh this morning," her mother commented when Lily came downstairs, her dad was avoiding eye contact because he didn't want to give them away.

"You think?" implored Lily, "I guess dad and I didn't get too carried away last night and I slept really well. Perhaps we should go crazy tonight though."

The look on her father's face was priceless as he gazed at her over his orange juice glass.

"Well you can count me out, you two stay up way too late for me. What do you even talk about all that time?"

"I don't know," said Lily, "anything, everything. Most stuff I don't even remember, but we have a lot of fun together, don't we Daddy?"

John tried to act completely normal as his daughter threw her arms around him from behind. In truth, nothing she said would necessarily tip his wife off. Thankfully, she couldn't see beneath the table because even the slightest touch by his naughty teenager was causing his pants to stir. 'Yep...trouble,' he thought again. John decided to play along with Lily; it excited him to keep the secret from Rachel.

"I guess I'm just trying to teach my baby everything she wants to know before she leaves us." John snuck his arm around Lily and tugged her over to his side. His wife had stopped paying attention to them, so he dared snake his fingers under the hem of his daughter's shirt. As his hand came upon her sexy and now cleaned-off abs, he finished: "We cover a lot of things don't we honey?"

Lily opened her mouth in shock and mouthed 'DAD' at him. His fingers traced the ribbons that had been there only minutes before. When the silence was long enough that John worried his wife might look, they broke apart.




Ask Your Father Ch. 01



"Well," Rachel said, finally looking up from her phone, "the Murphy's are getting here tomorrow so I expect you both to be good guests. Lily, maybe you can save some of that nighttime conversation for Brian?"

As usual, that seemed to kill the mood and Lily went outside to sit in the morning sun soon after. John felt for his daughter; Rachel didn't seem to care at all how Lily actually felt about it, she just kept pushing. He knew that he had at least a day and a night full of his wife and that annoying Eileen cackling and talking about nonsense and reality shows until they finally went to bed. He didn't know yet how they'd deal with the son, Brian, but he'd figure that out.

Most of all, as John looked out at his daughter laying out on a towel in yet another swimsuit, he was hoping they might get one more night alone. She would be the death of him, thought John as he recalled that he'd recently sworn not to take things any further, again.

But that suit! Could she wear anything that didn't cause him to fantasize jumping her in the lawn without a care who saw. This one was no less revealing than the last, more even. It started with the hot pink, strapless top. Lily's little, tanned shoulders uncovered revealed a charming tan line where they would usually be covered. The strip that went around her toned back was pretty simple, save the two cups that supported her breasts. He could not fathom how it stayed up. He couldn't decide if the bottoms were a thong or not. Perhaps he was just being prude, but they didn't look to be more than an inch wide in any spot. John guessed that somehow made them okay.

He must have stared at her all day and so did plenty of other men, he noticed, as she was water-skiing or sitting in the boat. It pained him to have little or no ability to get his hands on her all day; they were simply never alone. John truly enjoyed when he caught Lily staring his way, clearly deep in thought. Nobody knew; nobody could know, but having something between them as intimate as the last few nights they had spent together was driving both John and Lily crazy in the best way.

Once, when they were swimming in the water together, Lily's mom and brother had gotten back onto the boat to grab a snack and a beer from the cooler. Lily and her dad were mostly out of sight near the other side of the boat, wearing lifejackets to keep them comfortably afloat.

"Hi Daddy," Lily had said in the most adorable way she could, pursing her lips together.

"Hi baby," said her dad, floating closer to her steadily.

"I've been thinking about our lesson last night; I think you left a few things out." Lily implied.

"I've been thinking about it too." John replied, feeling Lily reaching out for him under the water. He checked back up toward the boat, where his wife and son had sat down and were chatting while they snacked and drank beer. "What did I leave out?"

Lily kept quiet for a moment. She felt her dad's hips come into contact with hers and she instantly knew that he was hard. Instead of answering him, Lily maneuvered her hips so that she could wrap her legs around him and trap his cock between them. Dan's hands quickly went to her sides, but whether to hold her off or to keep her on he did not know.

John checked, the coast was still clear.

"Lily, don't you think this is going a little far?" He asked as he felt Lily's hips rotate around and his bulging cock being rubbed on the spot he just knew was her tiny quim.

"What?" she asked as if they were doing nothing wrong, "You'd just be teaching, and we'd never have to do anything skin-to-skin if you didn't want to?"

"Where's the fun in that?" John said without thinking, then immediately regretting it.

Lily looked stunned, and even when her dad told her he was just kidding, she didn't believe him. She did keep grinding her hips on him, and for a silent moment or two, they just stayed locked together, only ten feet from their other family members and making some totally forbidden and yet amazing contact under the water.

"So... tonight?" Lily asked.

"Tonight." said her dad.

Lily reached down between them and took hold of her father's cock through his shorts, slowly pushing him away but obviously knowing the effect she was having on him. In truth, John wished the contact had never happened, because afterwards he couldn't get out of the water for ten solid minutes, he still had to be tortured by the eighteen-year-old in that sexy swimsuit all day. Watching her breasts bounce inside it as they played lawn games that day was one of the worst teases he'd ever experienced in his life.

"Early day tomorrow, hun?" John goaded his wife when he'd finally reached the end of his patience.

"Yes, and on that note I'm off to bed. You too better not get into too much trouble tonight, because I'm getting you up early!"

"Yeah yeah," said John, "you're the one that's gonna have the hangover after all of those margaritas."

"Oh shut up!" said his wife, "just get her to bed at a reasonable hour, will you?"

"What about Daniel, doesn't he need to go to bed early?" interjected Lily.

Daniel had taken the boat across the lake to a friend's home and he said he'd be back just after dark. It had been dark for a while by then, so he was probably staying over.

"Don't you worry about your brother," said Lily's mother, "he doesn't really have to entertain anyone tomorrow like you do."

"MOM! I told you! I don't want to be Brian's personal tour guide, this is my vacation too."

"Yes yes, just get some rest tonight alright?"

Lily only grumbled.

"Goodnight honey," said John as she went off to bed leaving her husband and daughter alone.

For a few long minutes, Lily and John just stared at each other half smiling and half testing the other's reserve.

"Do you want to go down by the water and lay on a blanket with me Daddy?"

"Sure," said John, glad one of them had finally spoke up.

He still took the opportunity to watch his lithe little teen stand up and show off her body to him while she searched for the right blanket. When she found it, she strutted over to her dad with a hand extended to help him out of his seat. John stood up and pressed against her; he knew where this night was heading and it had his emotions in overdrive.

Together they spread the blanket on the grass by the moonlit water. Lily lay down on her back and stretched out for her dad to see. She wanted him to want her like he had the night before. He did, John just didn't want to be too upfront about it for fear he couldn't control himself.

He lay down next to her and traced one finger from her small chin all the way to the spot just above her bottoms. Lily shivered in anticipation.

"I really liked what we did last night daddy, you know that right?" Lily said.

"I did too Lil', but I want to really careful that I don't take advantage of you."

Truthfully, that's exactly what Lily wanted him to do, but she felt like she shouldn't outright say it. "I promise you're not daddy, I'll tell you any time I feel uncomfortable."

That made her dad feel a bit better, and the way he added a few fingers to the path of his hand on her stretched out body told Lily that too.

"Can we practice the condom again Dad?"

"...sure honey," John said after a short pause. He got out the box from his pocket and Lily eagerly took it from him.

"Let me take those off for you dad," she said after she'd gotten a wrapper out of the box.

John watched as his naughty little girl unbuttoned his trunks and tugged them down, but then swung her leg over him so she was straddling his thighs. It was almost too close for comfort, and where his cock had only been partially hard before, he was quickly solid. Lily giggled when she saw it harden before her eyes.

"You like it when I'm on top huh daddy?" asked Lily, sounding irresistible.

"Yes, but you be good now Lily, just the condom this time okay?" He was trying so hard to stay on track.

Even so, Lily grabbed right for his cock first. Her hand on him felt amazing, though John did give his daughter a knowing stare to knock it off. After she'd held him tight and even jerked her hand a little up and down, Lily went to work putting the condom on her father.

This time she did it faster with only about three strokes downward, to John's dismay.

"There," she said, sitting back, "how did I do?"

"That was good Lily, I think you're learning." He replied. She'd gone too fast, John was thinking that at the very least he could feel her little hand on him for more than a few seconds and the lesson could stay relatively innocent..

"Well since I did so good, could I learn a little more?" she asked, trying to sound naive.

John felt cut short, he couldn't help himself, "Sure baby, what do you want to know?"

"I want to know what you'd do next? Like, if I wasn't your daughter, what would you do.?"

"Well..." John started, wondering if he could bring himself to answer, "I think you know what a condom is for Lily?"

"For us to have sex?"

"No..." John recovered, "not for US to have sex Lily, you know we can't do that."

"I KNOW Daaad... I didn't say you actually had to put your cock inside me, I just want to know what comes next."

John couldn't take it. The way Lily was talking was so inappropriate it almost made him mad. Of course, she still held his shaft in her hand after he'd given her permission to put a condom on him so he had no right to scold her. But really saying 'put your cock inside me;'she couldn't be completely serious. Deep down, John knew what his daughter was doing, so he also knew that if he let things continue that he was disregarding his own promises. He groaned in frustration and swiftly flipped the two of them around so he was in charge. Lily laughed aloud when she found herself on her back so suddenly.

The rearrangement had pulled Lily tight against her dad, putting his cock, which was thankfully covered, right against those tiny black bottoms Lily had picked out just for her dad. They both looked down and saw it, and the incestuous nature of the proximity chipped away at John's reserve.

"I think I should be naked Daddy," Lily said, squirming. She took her dad's cock in her hand right near her little pussy. John didn't feel it was fair.

"I don't think so Lily, even with the condom on that is too risky."

"Why is it risky dad, can't you just show me how we would do it? Like how it looks before you put it in, and how we come together and stuff. I don't want to be totally clueless when I do this for the first time."

The reminder that Lily was a virgin made his cock jump again. This was ridiculous. No. She could not get naked and lie down in front of him so they could 'pretend' to have sex.

"It's risky Lily, because I you are very beautiful and I don't think I can handle you naked without wanting more than our lesson."

There, he said it. Lily loved it. She was far from giving up.

"Please daddy, take my clothes off?" She begged, "I just want to be as close to the real thing as possible. I want to be naked for you."

Lily pushed her breasts upward by arching her back off the blanket. Her hips again urged that tiny mound of hers against her father's cock. It was so stupid by then, pretending that they were just practicing or learning when John's cock was only a layer of fabric and a request away from taking his daughter's virginity.

What was even more foolish was pretending that he hadn't been dying to get his baby out of her tiny swimsuit. As he gazed down at her body and the close proximity of their lower halves, John decided that he didn't want to see the outfit on her anymore, he just wanted his daughter naked and completely his.

He reached down to her torso and, though surprised he'd finally agreed, Lily rolled to the side to give him access. John reached behind her and tugged the clasp apart that was holding her top on. Lily didn't move an inch after she'd laid back flat. She was testing her father to see if he could follow through. Sure enough, he did.

When he finally pulled the pink swimsuit top free, John no longer regretted making the decision. Her breasts were so incredible, perky and round atop her chest that he went right for them. His hips ground against hers involuntarily as his hand came to hold on to one soft mound. Lily gasped as her father palmed her tit, and then moaned as she felt his cock directly on top of her damp lips. John could feel her tiny nipple pressing into his palm. Touching her, and seeing his topless daughter beneath him nearly gave him a heart attack.

So, he hesitated little in reaching down to remove her bikini panties as well. Lily was so happy about it that she couldn't hide a giant smile. God did she look pretty. When the black bottoms came over her knees, then her ankles and finally off her foot, John knew he was done for.

She was, as before, totally shaven. Her lips were small, not yielding a bit to reveal the entrance to her tight insides. Her entire mound was glistening in the moonlight, wet with desire for her father. Lily spread her legs so he could reposition himself in front of her.

"Careful honey," he warned.

"Ohhhh daad," she called to him as his hand returned to her teenage breasts, "is this how it would feel... if we were really going to do it?"

"Yes baby... if."

"I feel so nervous I think I could explode," Lily told him

"Why are you nervous honey?"

"Because I'm naked just for you now daddy and I don't know what you're thinking," Lily said truthfully

"I'm thinking that you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen Lily." John said, meaning it.

Lily responded physically to the compliment, both smiling and then lifting her hips toward her dad. Whether she meant to or not, it caused her soaked mound to come in contact directly with the underside of her father's shaft. They both flinched, but Lily did not back away.

"Mnnnhhh... Daddy... ohmyGod," Lily cooed, feeling her father push her hips back down with his own. John couldn't deny the pleasure he felt doing so, but he was still so worried he would end up taking his daughter's virginity because he couldn't resist.

"How does it feel dad, when if first goes in?" she asked, intoxicated with lust for him.

"With you Lily? I think it would be very tight your first time. We'd have to go very slow so you could adjust."

"But would it feel good daddy?" She implored, breathing heavy with her father's warm hand on her breast.

"Yes baby, it would feel good if we did it right." John merely spoke in streams of consciousness. He was beside himself, driven by pleasure, love for his little girl, and a faltering resistance to being his daughter's first.

"But we can't, right?"

This time John was surprised, and not sure that he was glad that Lily was the one being responsible.

"Right sweetie, that's not allowed between the two of us."

"Even if I ask you to? Even if we both wanted to?" Lily said with wide eyes searching his.

"Yes honey, it's still incest."

"Can you just slide your cock on me like we were before daddy? I really want to feel that again, I promise we don't have to do any more."

John answered by acting instead of talking. He closed the gap between their hips and looked down to that pretty spot where Lily's tiny slit would accept him. He rotated his hips so that the underside of his shaft planted right between his teen's puffy lips.

"Right there dad, uh huhhh... "

"You're very pretty down there too Lily," said her dad, making her blush, "does that feel good?"

"Yes daddy, you're a really good teacher... unhhh," Lily continued playing, "can you slide it on my pussy, like how you would if it was in me?"

John did just that, eliciting a moan from his eighteen-year-old immediately. He'd never felt so utterly aroused with a woman before in his life, and he wasn't even making love to his daughter...yet. 'NO,' he reminded himself. But god did she look so good. He hadn't imagined that Lily got any prettier; she'd been wearing so little that he had only to fill in the blanks. But looking down at his beautiful daughter, John knew he had been wrong.

"Fuckkk daaaad... your cock feels so good.....ohhhhh.... even better than your fingers."

Hearing Lily say things like that was mind-blowing. It reminded him of exactly what they were doing, and the forbidden nature of it spurred him on. John increased the pace at which he was thrusting against his little girl, his staff working between her lips to stimulate her clit and every other millimeter it touched.

"Oooo keep doing that daddy... it's almost like you're fucking me for real..." Lily paused and looked her father right in the eyes, sharing the moment with him as she experienced the sensation of his shaft sliding wonderfully against her pussy "mnnnh, I love you so much dad."

"I love you too honey, you're such a good girl."

"Mnnngh...is THIS being your good girl?" she asked, helping him grind into her with an upward thrust of her hips. "Having an orgasm from my daddy's cock...oh uhhh fuuuck... is being good?" Lily asked incredulously.

John was becoming wild upon hearing his daughter's words. He had no idea where she got them from, but it made him want her even more. John and his daughter were getting close to cumming again, this time a little differently, but they could both read it on each other easily.

"Daddy?" Lily bit her lip and tried to look cute, "I want you to make me your bad girl."

John kept moving his hips, but slowed. "What do you mean Lil'?"

They stayed silent for a moment, looking down to watch John's cock sliding amazingly against his teenager's young quim.

"Teach me daddy... uhhh..." she cooed, wrapping a leg around her father's backside so he wouldn't stop stimulating her pussy, "teach me what your cock feels like inside me."

John slowed to a near stop, discerning whether he'd heard her right.

"Please.... ohhhplease... I want you to!" she pleaded, "don't you want to put your big cock in me daddy? Finally? I want it so bad."

How could he say no. How could he deny that he'd dreamed of this very moment, even after how many times he'd promised himself not to. His daughter was the most beautiful young girl, inside and out; would he really pass up an opportunity to make love to her?

"You have a condom on so it's safe," Lily went on. "Don't you want to fuck your little girl? She wants to feel your hard cock inside her... please daddy, put it in me?"

John had inched his hips outward so his tip was close enough that both he and Lily wondered if they would soon be locked in incest. He looked up and down his little girl's body, knowing that it would only move him closer to the deed. When his eyes landed on Lily's big blues, wide and begging him to take her, he decided.

"I do Lily, I've been thinking about you for a while now. But are you sure you want me to be your first?"

"Since forever," Lily said, the truth of it in her eyes.

One more time, John slid his cock up the path between his daughter's lips. This time, the distance that he traveled up her pelvis showed just how much of her father's penis would be inside her. Lily was floored, but no less willing to try.

"Fuck me daddy." she said when he'd finished the act. The readiness was apparent in her voice.

"Put your hand there Lily...oh that's it little one," he instructed, watching as she did so and then groaning when her fingers wrapped around him. "Now put the tip right near your....ohhh..."

Lily was ahead of him, and rubbed her clit with his tip first before obeying him. John was lucky to be wearing the condom, otherwise he might have cum right in her entrance.

He pushed once. Lily's lips tried to yield, but he'd been too gentle.

Again, John pushed, the wetness of Lily's young pussy beckoning his head into her. It almost did, but lingered on the outside still. If he did it one more time... just a little harder... Lily, his own daughter, would no longer be a virgin by his own doing. The reality was so magnetic that John almost buried himself into her all the way.




Ask Your Father Ch. 01



Then came the deep chugging of a boat engine.

It was close. Very close.

Lily's eyes read a mixture of desire, nervousness and then terror in realizing what was happening. Her father's cockhead was still prodding at her entrance and she was but a second from giving her virginity to her own father. She wanted it so badly she could scream!

'NO!' she shouted inwardly instead. Lily tried to pull her father deeper with her leg but he was too strong. He recognized immediately that his son had come back from across the lake.

"No daddy... please!" Lily whispered to him, begging him not to stop.

But his hips had already pulled back, and the tip of his cock, which had Lily anticipating the most wonderful moment of her adult life was gone. She and her father had finally crossed the line of merely wanting each other into something much more, and it was stolen out from under them in a second. She cursed her brother.

"I'm so sorry Lily, but we have got to move NOW!"

They didn't have time, so he scooped Lily up, blanket, swimsuit and everything and rushed toward the house as they heard the boat connect with the dock. In seconds it would be tied up and Lily's brother could have seen their father with his cock planted inside his own little sister. If only he had come back a few seconds later, God she hated him right then. He ruined everything!

When he got to the house, John set Lily down. She was riotous. She couldn't tell if she was furious with her dad, her brother, or nobody at all, she just was. It was so obvious on her face that her father didn't need to ask.

"I know you're mad Lily, but you didn't really want me to keep going with your brother right there did you?"

She wasn't going to give in. Not a chance. "Yes, I did dad! All I wanted was for you to make me yours, and you just stopped! It was dark, you don't know if he would have seen!"

John wished she would keep her voice down, he tried to hush her with a finger to his lips.

"I was naked for you dad, and I told you how much I loved you and that I wanted you to take my virginity,,, and you said you wanted to too!"

She was hardly talking quieter. He looked down and saw Daniel walking back their way on the dock. It was too dark to see all the way across the yard, but they couldn't stay there.

"I do! But please sweetie, for me, you have to go to your room and get in bed. I'll deal with your brother."

Lily was horrified. She could not believe her dad was now telling her to go to bed like a child. She went, but was so mad she could hardly stand it. With her bikini in hand, John watched as his naked, angry little girl scampered upstairs to her room. He knew she was throwing a tantrum because she probably felt used, and deprived and even a little confused. Hopefully she would come around, but they were not going to be able to follow through that night.

In the nick of time, John realized that he too had no pants on, so he grabbed a pair and dressed. Before shoving his erection up into the belt, he removed the condom, noticing that the tip was still shining wet from being at the entrance of his baby's pussy. Somehow, all his son saw when he walked in the door was his father in the same chair on the screened in porch with a beer. He had no idea. 

All John could think about as his son went on about who he was with and what they'd been doing across the lake was his little girl. He knew she'd be lying, possibly naked, in her bedroom upstairs. She was probably so mad at him, and there was nothing he could do about it. Her fit little body would be curled up in bed and her face scrunched up into a pouting frown. His little brunette had been sprawled out in front of him for the taking, and the denial of sliding his throbbing member inside her untouched pussy was unbearable. 

If his son could have just gone to bed, he might have been able to go and resurrect the tryst with Lily, and assure her that he still wanted her as badly as he had when she'd been begging him to take her. Instead, by the time John and Daniel turned in and John checked in on Lily, she was fast asleep on her side facing away from the door. He didn't want to risk waking her or the anger she'd surely be harboring about their failed encounter. Closing the door despondently, he whispered goodnight and hoped she would sleep it off. 

In truth, Lily was wide awake and knew her father had opened the door to see if she was okay but refused to let him win. She was still fuming that he'd stopped short of what she wanted so badly, and was determined to punish him for it. Still, Lily could feel a nagging warmth between her legs, a tingling remnant of the sensation of the tip of her father's cock hovering just outside her tiny opening. She would get what she wanted, but it was going to be on her terms, Lily promised herself. 

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The next morning was met with a flurry of activity, mostly as a result of Lily's mom making sure everything was ready for their guests to arrive. She was cleaning places in the cabin that nobody had even touched since they arrived, and there was not a second to devote to the little drama that existed between Lily and her father.

They exchanged a few glances, and Lily was tempted to reach out and touch her father's arm once or twice as they passed in the hall, but she refrained. Still wound up about the night before, Lily felt like the only way to tell her dad she was upset was to go radio silence on him. So that's what she did.

And it worked. John was wound up too, wondering if he'd finally gone too far with Lily. What was she feeling about how close they'd come to having sex the night before? For the last few days it had seemed like Lily didn't miss a single opportunity to flirt with her father, but now John was experiencing a coldness only his wife could have taught her.

Things only worsened when Eileen and her son, Brian, arrived. There was not a second for John to pull Lily aside and talk to her about what had happened, or to apologize for leaving her in the dark the way he had. They said their greetings and as expected, Eileen and Rachel immediately went off chatting about silly drama at the country club and whatever else. John went through the obligatory small-talk with Brian: where he was going to school and what he was studying.

From the moment Brian laid eyes on Lily, John knew he liked what he saw. Just watching the look on his face when Lily greeted them in her tank top and jean shorts, John knew the kid was impressed. Nothing about Lily's body was TOO accentuated. Her breasts were not overly large, nor her butt or her legs too thin... she was just perfectly put together. The shorts she wore wrapped snugly around her hips and between that sought-after gap in her thighs. The top, simple and gray cotton, had not a wrinkle in it as it held hugged her taut midsection and held those beautiful breasts in place. And with just a touch of make-up, Lily was striking and she hadn't even tried to be.

The boy's reaction to seeing Lily infuriated John, but what was he to do? He could hardly get defensive or act too territorial around her. Even worse was that Lily didn't seem nearly as opposed to spending time with Brian as she'd led him to believe earlier in the week. Watching her smile and laugh occasionally as the two of them talked throughout the morning made John want to break things or go into a rage.

Even suspecting that Lily was toying with him, John could not help himself wanting her, and wanting to toss Brian out of the boat when they went for a quick tour around the lake that morning. John sighed in relief when they all agreed not to change into bathing suits; he couldn't have handled how aggressive Brian might have gotten with his daughter if she put on one of those sexy bikinis.

All the while, Lily knew what she was doing. She could see her father squirm when Brian put his hand on her in the back of the boat. She would smile or laugh, pretending she was having a good time, and her father would go white. She knew he'd be too proud to try and intervene, so he just stood by as Lily let him think something was developing between her and her new friend.

In truth, there was nothing about Brian that Lily was interested in. He said a few jokes that made her chuckle that morning, but the extent of his usefulness was solely in the way her dad fidgeted when she paid him any attention. Her father was far more handsome, obviously more mature and all around a more interesting person. She also knew his love for her was far deeper than the way Brian kept trying to brush his arm against her tits or how he suggested she sit on his lap when there wasn't enough space in the boat.

That's when Lily started to feel guilty about the defeated look on her father's face. A few hours of separation from him was enough for her, and from the way her father was tying up the boat in an exaggerated manner as everyone walked back toward the house, it was obviously enough for him too.

"I'm gonna wait for my dad, I'll be up in a minute," Lily told Brian as he waited on her like an expectant puppy after they docked.

Brian turned towards the house, looking lost and childish. Lily walked slowly down to where her dad was gathering trash from the boat and she could see just how frustrated he was.

"Hey daddy..." Lily said sheepishly.

John didn't respond. He went about filling the boat with gas and when Lily walked closer he finally addressed her.

"Do you need something Lil, kinda busy here?"

"No, I just thought I'd give you some company," she said, not wanting to give up. She knew she'd put him in this mood. Lily decided that even though she'd felt similarly the night before, they were probably more than even from her actions that morning.

She helped in silence, straightening up the life jackets and grabbing loose items around the boat before kneeling on the seat just inside where her dad was filling the tank. Looking as sweet as possible, she directed her blue eyes up to John's and did her best to turn him.

"Do you want to hang out later?" She asked, pushing her chest out and looking excited to see him, "just the two of us?"

"Maybe," replied John, "but I think you've got a guest to entertain."

He didn't want to sound like he was pouting. He refused to let an eighteen year old girl get the better of him, even if it was his own daughter who knew him best.

"But I don't want to. I want to be with you,.." the teenager said, sounding a bit whiny but adorable, "...alone." she finished.

Inside, John's heart pumped boldly for a few beats. He chanced a look into his young daughter's eyes. The splash of gas into a half-empty tank was all that could be heard between them, but their silence was compelling. Lily's disarming smile almost broke him, and she could have sworn the corners of her father's mouth turned.

"Pleaaaaase Daddy?" Lily begged

"Sure honey, if your mom lets you off the hook, we can spend a little time together. But you better get back up to the house."

Even though he was coming around John was still, admittedly, pissed. Now that she was back to her normal self, he suspected that she'd been playing games with him, though he wasn't positive. Lily put her hand on his shoulder tenderly as she stepped out of the boat and then kissed him on the side of the neck before scampering back down the dock. Once he saw her cute butt sway in her shorts he knew he'd not be able to hold out on her much longer, and John was not sure he wanted to.

Of course, when he returned to the house his wife had already laid out plans for the rest of the day. They were heading to the fruit-picking farm not far away and John was to get ready to go within twenty minutes. He sighed and agreed, feeling indifferent about it anyway.

An hour later they were there, listening to a farmhand explain where they were meant to pick and which orchards were out of season. Apparently, it was self-explanatory, the limits of the apple and cherry orchards they were going to be in that day were marked by a fence. After buying a few bottles of water for the group, each of them took a basket and headed for the grounds.

To his delight, Lily had all but shut Brian out since her turnaround that morning. Now he was awkwardly shadowing her around and avoiding her when Lily hung on her father's arm around the orchard. Brian might have even thought that the two of them were acting too intimately, but like Lily's father earlier that day he was in no position to criticize.

Lily was really putting on a show as they picked the apples from tree to tree. There were plenty of apples to choose from, but John had no complaints watching her reach to get the highest ones. Her beautiful legs, a strip of skin beneath the tank top as she stretched out, and the way her backside looked when she bent over to drop an apple in her basket... John soon forgot any animosity he'd been harboring.

They laughed, joked and horsed around, flirting like a couple of teenagers as they got farther away from the group. Watching his daughter frolic around, John was constantly reminded that his little girl was, indeed, only eighteen. But he simply connected with her in a way he could only expect with someone much older than Lily. And her body, with lines and curves he felt like he'd seen only on TV. John was practically panting to be closer to her when Lily stopped the two of them with a hand on his front.

"Is that the fence they were talking about?" she asked, rubbing her hand over her father's broad chest.

"I think so," replied John.

The fence was a temporary one, just over six feet tall, chain-link and with a dark fabric attached to each section so they couldn't see on the other side. John wondered what orchard they were on the border of.

Of course, Lily was to curious to just wonder. She set her basket under a low hanging tree and then stood in front of the fence and just expected that her dad would come give her a boost. John saw what she wanted so he followed her lead. When he approached her, Lily surprised him by reaching a hand behind her and touching his neck. He temporarily lost himself when she rolled her head back and pushed her butt into his shorts; it was the sexiest thing she'd done all day.

Looking around, John could see a couple of their party in the distance. They were probably too far to see anything at all, but he certainly could begin undressing his daughter right there against the fence. And still, Lily was beginning to move her hips so she could get her dad excited and feel him harden between them.

"So... are you going over or what?"

"Mhh hmmm..." Lily responded, purring.

Lily moved lazily out of their standing position to one where she was holding the fence in anticipation of scaling it. John put his hands on her hips and squeezed tight before lifting her up. She mounted the fence and swung her leg over in a few seconds. John's heart began beating faster as she hopped out of view on the other side of the fence. He looked behind and saw that they were still out of view of anybody he might not want to see him follow his daughter, or grab the folded cloth from his basket just before he did.

Landing on the other side, John looked around and saw no sign of Lily. The foliage was about the same on this side, a peach orchard, but the setting was far more beautiful. A thick blanket of bright-green grass covered the aisles in between trees and none of the fruit had fallen on the ground like it had in the apple orchard.

He couldn't exactly call to her, so he kept looking around and under the rows of trees. Finally he saw her, somewhat hiding behind a dense tree and leaning against it. He circled around it and found his daughter looking back at him with a finger to her lips and an incredibly mischievous look on her face.

"You hiding from me?" John asked her.

Lily just shook her head no. She appeared deep in thought.

"What's up Lil'?"

"I'm sorry I was mean to you today dad, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings,"

John thought for a second before reaching out for her and replying, "It's okay honey, I know you were upset with me."

Lily took her father's hand and came out into the space between the peach trees. She looked forward at his chest, feeling bashful or nervous or whatever it was. They took each other in. Just being alone, where nobody could find them was a huge relief and excited them equally.

It took a moment of standing there together for Lily to build up the courage. Slowly she lifted her head to look up at her dad who was waiting for her next move. Her eyes told him what he wanted, and it was just what John had been waiting for to be positive Lily was willing and ready for him.

For the first time, Lily and her father's lips connected. Simultaneously, Lily and John realized that they were kissing for the first time as more than just father and daughter. Even their lessons hadn't included this kind of intimacy. Feeling soft lips prying at each other and the electricity generated by their touch, Lily wished she'd asked him to make that a part of her lessons far sooner.

But it was different now. When Lily involuntarily darted her tongue out to her father's mouth, it was no longer pretending. As her father's hands found her sides and pulled her close, it was because he wanted only to feel her pressed tightly against him, not on some pretense that she might be learning.

Their breathing hastened and advances suddenly more daring.

"Oh dad," Lily gasped as her father kissed her neck, "I want you... so bad."

John continued down his daughter's neck, kissing and nibbling at her to the increasing fervor of her breath. He felt her fingers fumbling at his belt-line, obviously wanting to take off the shorts that were now constricting his erection from sticking outward toward her. It was then he realized he hadn't anticipated this moment and had stupidly forgotten to bring a rubber.

"Lily," he paused, "I didn't bring any protection for us."

Apparently, that didn't stop his daughter from unbuckling his belt because a second later it unlatched and his button followed.

"Honey we can't go any further." John said, feeling disappointed and so increasingly lustful for the young brunette in front of him.

"Why not daddy?" Lily asked, running her hand down over his zipper and feeling how hard he was beneath it. John couldn't believe how wonderful it felt and what an expert she was becoming at turning him on.

"You know why Lily, you aren't on birth control and it is very dangerous." John warned, feeling his eighteen-year-old continue to touch him over his shorts. "You could get pregnant very easily honey."

Lily looked up at him while her hand kept up its movement. "Uh huh," she said, shaking her head and glaring at him with her big eyes.

John flinched back, speechless. What did she mean? What was she confirming: that they couldn't have sex or that he could get her pregnant? She clearly didn't intend to stop what they were doing by the way she hadn't yet stopped rubbing his shaft over his shorts. She couldn't mean what he thought she did.

"I don't understand Lily, what are you saying?"

She got a firm grasp of his cock and John's eyes rolled, "I'm saying I know you could get me pregnant daddy."

Silence.

"And I'm saying I'm yours... I don't want to stop."

John had broken every promise he'd made to himself, crossed every line and he stood at the very precipice of one more. He knew he had to deny her, but every bone in his body was begging him not to. His baby girl wanted him to take her virginity, to do it right in the middle of an orchard with their family close by, and she wanted him to risk impregnating her by doing it without protection. And instead of deterring him, John wanted all three of those things more than ever. Hearing that Lily was his to have, John felt all boundaries crumbling.