7 comments/ 271485 views/ 34 favorites Breakdown Pt. 02 By: Breakdown Pt. 02 "I'll have to pick one up in Amarillo," he said. Henry barely restrained his anger. "Weren't you just in Amarillo? Couldn't you have brought one with you?" The man shook his head. "I came from Oklahoma City." He looked sheepish. "You must've lit a fire under somebody, Mr. Adair," he said. "My boss told me to be here by nine o'clock, or else. I was on the road at six." Good, Henry thought crossly. It's about time I got some good customer service. To the mechanic, he said, "Thank you. But I have a suggestion: why don't you call Amarillo and have them deliver a new transmission? It'll save time." "Uh, yeah. I guess you're right. Dunno if anybody's in the shop on a Saturday, but I'll give it a try." The man wiped his hands again and took out his cell phone. "Yep," he said when he hung up, "you sure lit a fire under somebody." ----- Henry spent the rest of the morning in his hotel room, on the phone or on the computer. He had a grant proposal to write, a project budget to revise, and a thousand other things to keep him busy. Aly sat with him while he worked. She spent the time reading, or watching TV, or sending text messages on her phone. When the Ryder mechanic finally finished, Henry thanked him and signed the repair receipt. Then he thanked Tyler—with quite a bit more goodwill. "So," Henry asked, "how much do I owe you for everything?" "Well, Hank," Tyler said, "the Ryder guy said they'd pay for the tow and the facilities. As for the rest..." He shrugged. "The office is free, and bein' friendly don't cost nothing, so... I don't guess you owe me anything at all." "Nonsense," Henry said. He pulled out two hundred-dollar bills. "Will this cover it?" "I told you—" "Take it," Henry insisted. "In case Ryder is slow to pay." Tyler reluctantly took the money. Then he shook Henry's hand. "You're okay, Hank," he said with a grin, "especially for a guy from LA." "Didn't I tell you?" Henry said with a chuckle. "I was born and raised in San Antonio." Tyler laughed. "A Texas boy? I knew it!" ----- Henry paid the hotel bill, and they were on the road by four o'clock. He didn't want to spend another night in a hotel with Aly—he didn't trust himself—but he didn't relish the sixteen hour drive from Texas to LA. By midnight, his eyes were bleary and his shoulders ached. Aly talked him into spending the night in a motel. She even offered to check in while he parked the truck. She returned as he was gathering their bags. "I got us one room," she said as she took her bag from him. He should've argued, but he didn't have the energy. Besides, he couldn't exactly demand a second room, since he didn't want to hurt her feelings. His spirits rose when they got to the room and he saw the double beds. At least he wouldn't have to sleep in the same bed with her. Her casual nudity still made him nervous, but it didn't shock him anymore. As for the rest... "Are you okay, Dad?" she asked. He nodded and tossed his things onto the nearest bed. He changed into his pajamas in the bathroom. When he emerged, Aly was washing her face at the sink. She was nude, so he let his eyes pass over her without stopping. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop himself from glancing back. Her smooth pussy peeked from between her thighs. He quickly looked away, but the sight was burned into his brain. He felt something stir within him, so he quickly climbed into bed. It took him a long time to fall asleep. ----- Henry opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. The heavy curtains screened the glow from the parking lot, but he could tell that it was much earlier than his usual six thirty. He blinked and wondered what had woken him. He felt a movement beside him, and his pulse raced. Aly! She rolled over and draped herself across him. She must have felt his tension, because she started to wake up. "What time is it?" she asked. "I don't know. Shouldn't you be in your own bed?" "Oh, Dad." "Sweetheart..." "Mmm," she said, ignoring him, "you're warm." He was fully awake now. He wanted to get up, to get away. He didn't have an erection, but with her body pressed against his, it was only a matter of time. "Are you in the mood?" she asked. Henry was struck by how grown-up she sounded. She certainly wasn't a little girl, but she sounded so matter-of-fact, so... comfortable with the idea that he might be aroused. The realization did what nature hadn't—he felt his penis swell and start to grow. "Do you want me to take care of you?" she asked. Before he could say anything, she reached for his manhood and found it through his pajama bottoms. "Ooh, you are in the mood." He carefully pulled her fingers away from his erection. If he'd had any doubts about whether or not he'd been dreaming the night before, he lost them in an instant. "What's the matter?" she asked, more curious than discouraged. "Aly, you shouldn't touch me there." She snorted softly and reached for him again. He pulled her hand away. "I'm serious, Alyson." "Oh, Dad, don't be such a prude. It's all right. It's just oral." "And you're 'just' my daughter. It's not right." His erection didn't agree. "You thought it was all right last night," she accused. He deliberately gathered his thoughts. "It wasn't all right," he said at last. "I thought I was dreaming..." It sounded feeble. He cleared his throat and continued, "I thought you were your mother." "Do I give head like she does?" "Alyson! I'm not going to answer that." "Do I? She's had a lot more practice than I have... and with so many different men." She sounded spiteful, and it didn't suit her. "Aly, you shouldn't say that. Besides, it's none of your business." "Just what is my business, Dad?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she plowed ahead. "I love you, and I want to give you pleasure. What's wrong with that? We're both consenting adults. It's not like you're taking advantage of me. More like I'm taking advantage of you." "Aly," he said deliberately, "we can't. We can't do what we did last night. We can't." "Why not?" "Because you're my daughter." He could almost feel her roll her eyes. "Dad, that's stupid. Who loves you more than I do? Mom? Ha! Kacy?" Henry's heart raced at the thought of his older daughter seducing him. Kacy might be a jackal, but she did have a nice body. He liked Aly's better, but... He stopped himself before he went any further. "Not likely," Aly finished. "Jayne loves you, but she's too afraid to do anything about it. Jordyn tried to seduce you, but you never did anything when she e-mailed those pictures." "You knew about that?" he asked, surprised. "Who do you think took the pictures, Dad? And whose idea was it to send them to you?" "You?" "Of course. Jordyn's wanted to get busy with you since we were thirteen. Most of my friends think you're hot. We used to talk about you when they spent the night. Why do you think we wore such flimsy nighties when you were around? God, Dad... Half my friends wanted you to take their virginity." His eyebrows shot up. "I wanted you to take my virginity." At that, he gaped. "Instead... well... instead, I had sex with a boy. I don't like boys, Dad. I like men. I like you. I love you." "I love you too," he answered automatically, "but—" "Then why won't you let me please you?" "Aly, we can't." "Dad, we already have." "But we can't do it again." "Why not? I love you, and you love me. I love sex, and so do you. Don't try to deny it, Dad. I felt how you held my head down and thrust into my mouth last night." "Aly, no," he said, overcome by guilt. She reached for his erection and grasped it through the silk of his pajamas. He wanted to jump out of bed. He wanted to push her away. He wanted to make her promise never to touch him again. He wanted to run. "There," she said, "that's not so bad." "Aly, no," he whispered, his voice harsh with tension. She unbuttoned his fly and reached into it. He felt an electric thrill when she touched his manhood. Her hands were soft and gentle. She stroked him. He swallowed hard. "We can't..." "Shh," she whispered. Then she pulled back the covers. He felt her breath on his cock. A moment later he felt her lips. He closed his eyes and tried not to groan. He could fool himself into thinking he'd been dreaming the night before, but now he was completely aware of what his daughter was doing. He still couldn't stop her. "Oh, God," she said, low and eager, "I love your cock." She wrapped her lips around him again. He closed his eyes. This isn't happening, he told himself. This is only a dream. But he knew the truth. His daughter was sucking his dick, and he hadn't done a thing to stop her. "Take off your pajamas," she said. He made a desultory attempt at unbuttoning his shirt, but then his hands fell limp. He couldn't stop her, but he wasn't going to help her, either. She didn't need help. She pulled his bottoms down and tossed them aside. Then she pulled off her own skintight outfit. With a low groan of impatience, she swallowed his erection. Henry closed his eyes and gulped. Her lips felt exquisite. She didn't have Leanne's experience, but she knew what she was doing. After a minute or two, he felt her shift. She tugged his hand to her hip. Then she wiggled suggestively. He didn't move, so she let his dick slip from her lips. "Play with my pussy," she said. "That gets me hot like you wouldn't believe." She started sucking him again, but he still didn't move. She took his hand and moved it for him. He felt the heat and moisture and he yearned to touch her, but he still had a shred of self-control. She wiggled her hips again. "Play with me, Dad." His self-control began to unravel. After a long moment he worked up the nerve to touch her pussy. She was hot and slippery. She groaned when he gently sawed his fingers along her slit. "Oh, yeah," she panted, "that's it." She rocked her hips, forcing more of his hand against her. He played with her clit, and she moaned softly. The sound vibrated through his dick as she sucked him. She bobbed for another minute or two. Then she released his dick and sat up. He thought she was going to stop sucking him. A tiny part of him felt relieved, but the rest of him railed in frustration. She swung her leg over his chest and straddled his face. He couldn't see her pussy very well, but the smell of her arousal hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt his dick swell, and Aly groaned in surprise. She started sucking in earnest. He stared up at her, his mouth watering with desire. He hadn't tasted a pussy in a long time, and one was staring him in the face. Its owner was his nineteen-year-old daughter, but at the moment, he didn't care. He licked her. She moaned and ground her hips against his face. He tongued her clit, and she cried out. He smiled to himself and did it again. She let his dick slip from her lips, but he concentrated on her pussy. He let his tongue wander through her folds, tasting her juices. Then he sucked her swollen inner lips, which made her gasp with the need for release. She tensed up, but he didn't relent. He kept licking as she quivered gently. Her spasms grew stronger, and she cried out. He lavished attention on her sensitive folds. She went wild. Her belly heaved and he felt her holding on to his cock for dear life. Her thighs trembled and her whole body seemed to convulse. She cried out again, locked in the powerful current of an orgasm. He kept licking, driving her higher. She finally collapsed atop him. He slowly came to his senses as well. He was still hard—very hard—and he smelled like pussy. His chest heaved from the exertion. Aly stirred and managed to swing her leg over his shoulder. She collapsed beside him and panted. "Oh... my... God," she said at last. "That was the best orgasm I've had in... forever." He started to say, "I'm glad you liked it," but then he remembered who he was talking to. "Aly, I...," he began. Then he fell silent. Confusion and shame overwhelmed him. But along with the other emotions, he felt a burning desire, and his balls ached for release. "Oh, God," she said at last, "I need your cock." She rolled over and found his erection. She engulfed the crown and then swallowed the first few inches. Her lips tightened around him and she sucked gently. Then she drew back, her tongue trailing along the sensitive skin. "Come in my mouth," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Hold my head and come in my mouth." She started sucking again and Henry put his hand on her head. She groaned and bobbed up and down. He didn't last long. When he tensed up, she began stroking him. He pushed her head down and she moaned as the first spurt struck the back of her throat. A second spurt turned into a surge of pleasure. The surges continued long after the gushes stopped. She let him slip from her lips when he grew soft. Then she turned and settled beside him. "That was nice," she said, already sleepy. "I love you." "I love you too." They were quiet for a long time, and he eventually felt her breathing grow deep and regular. He lay awake until the sun came up. ----- Copyright © 2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.