21 comments/ 85754 views/ 89 favorites Captivating Sin By: XXNoraJeanXX Fiona tossed and turned in her sleep as the same nightmare she had been having for the past two months once again played front and centre in her nocturnal musings. It was always the same. The other car came racing at them, baring down on them in the dark night and heavy rain. The rain was so heavy that it obscured the other vehicle, but it did nothing to hide the blinding headlights coming closer and closer by the second. She remembered that he had swerved their car so his side, the driver's side, would take the impact when the two cars surely collided. He had in fact taken the full impact of the crash. The crunch of metal on metal had been sickening. Their car had started to spin wildly and Fiona heard nothing but the rising crescendo of the engines whining, and tires flying across wet asphalt. Then there had been nothing but blackness until she awoke in a hospital bed. It had just be an accident on a dark rain slick country road. Accidents happen all the time. Lots of people walk away from accidents. However, Keith had died, and so had the driver of the other vehicle. Fiona had been the only survivor, but she didn't walk away unscathed. She was badly injured with sprained ankle, broken arm, broken ribs, head trauma, whiplash and of course numerous bumps, bruises, cuts and abrasions. Her broken body was healing, but there was one more part of her that had broken. A part that wasn't so easy to repair. Fiona had a broken heart. She had loved Keith, and they had planned to be married in the near future. They wanted to buy a nice house in the country, and have all sorts of children. Or maybe just two. Gone. All of their plans and dreams were just gone. He was gone. She lived on, but felt empty and hopeless. Broken, she was broken. The hospital had kept her for a few weeks, and then they released her to her parents. Fiona's mother and father, Lila and Vince, had brought their daughter to their home and tucked her safely into her old bedroom with it's lilac colored walls. They would later arrange to have her apartment cleared out, and her things placed in storage. It seemed senseless to keep paying for an apartment she wouldn't be returning to for a long while. They fussed over her and took great care of her. She tried to be brave for them, but she felt so empty and had so little to offer them. Some friends and family came with to visit. They wore their platitudes like armor as they came to sit beside her. Everyone was gentle. Their voices were gentle, their expressions, and even their touches. It was as if they felt she might shatter at any moment, and Fiona couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't. Some would tell her she would heal and be strong again. Others would be so bold as to tell her that she would meet someone new in good time. She hated their words, but rather than rage and tell them they were liars she stayed silent and pretended not to hear them. Often they would just pat her hand gently before leaving awkwardly. She wasn't sorry to see them go. Fiona slept a lot, watched mindless television, and read a few books her friends brought. Her body was getting stronger everyday, and she knew it was only a matter of time before her parents insisted she leave her room and join the real world again. Fiona wasn't sure how to even do that, and had even less interest in trying. It was late one evening when Fiona was tucked into her bed in her dark room. She was wide awake and thinking. No matter how hard she tried to keep her mind away from that one fatal night, it kept running back there. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. There was a soft knock on her bedroom door. She was certain it was her mother coming to make some fuss or another. She didn't respond to the knock. The door opened slowly with a very faint creek, and Fiona barely concealed her growl of irritation. "Fiona?" The voice was her father's, not her mother's. This was a surprise. He stepped into the dark room and closed the door behind him. He didn't turn the light on. "Are you awake sweetheart?" he whispered softly. "No." Fiona answered equally softly. Her father chuckled softly as he moved to the bed and sat down beside her. "Baby..." She didn't respond. This was out of character for her father. He wasn't really good with emotions. He hadn't avoided her per se, but when they were in the same room he never brought up the accident. He rarely asked her how she was or offered empty words of encouragement. To be honest she appreciated it. He loved her and always had, but was never terribly good at expressing himself. He wouldn't lecture her though, and for that she was thankful. Remaining silent, he stood and pulled off his robe. Fiona watched him in the mostly dark room. In the minimal light from the window she could see he wore shorts and a t-shirt. He pulled back her blanket and got into the bed beside her. Fiona didn't protest. She was too surprised to protest. He wrapped his arms around her and just hugged her close. Her father kissed the top of her head and just held her. It felt so incredibly good to just be held. Fiona felt tears splash onto her cheeks. She hadn't actually cried in a long while, but somehow she couldn't stop them from falling. Still her father said nothing, and just held her. A while later she fell into a deep dreamless sleep. When she awoke the next morning he was gone. Had it just been a dream? This became a regular occurrence. It wasn't nightly, but several times a week her father would come into her room later at night and just hold her close. He'd let her cry if she needed to. The crying became less and less. Fiona felt safe for the first time in a long while when her Dad held her close. She would snuggle close to him and sometimes place her head against his chest so she could listen to his heartbeat. It would always sooth her. One night they were snuggled close, and Fiona couldn't even put into words what emotion and need came over her. She found herself tilting her face up to his. She sought his mouth with her lips. She shifted as near to him as possible, wanting to feel her body so close to the warmth from his. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that this was inappropriate, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. She kissed her father that night like no daughter is meant to kiss her own father. She had pressed her lips softly at first. She could feel his hesitation and surprise, but she pressed on. She moved her tongue between her lips and brushed it over his lips. He resisted and didn't really kiss back at first, but then all at once they were kissing passionately. The kiss went deep and swirled with heady desires that they both knew didn't belong there. Heat rose in both of them making the room feel impossibly warm. Their hearts beat hard and fast and when their lips parted they panted for air. Fiona felt her father's cock rigid and hard against her, but then felt suddenly cold as he quickly pulled himself from the bed and sprinted quickly out of her room. Fiona touched her lips. They felt swollen from their kiss. She felt both elated and ashamed all at the same time. However, for the first time in a long time she also felt a small glimmer of feeling alive again. Fiona's father didn't return for a week. In passing during the day they behaved as they always had. She felt more and more ashamed of her behavior. She wanted to apologize to him and try to explain it had just been a mistake. She had let her emotions get the better of her and it clouded her judgement. She hadn't meant to kiss her own father as she had! He had come to her and offered her silent support when she had needed it most. He had done for her what no one else had been able to do. Holding her and letting her just feel safe, even for a short period of time, had made such a big difference for her. And she had ruined it all by kissing him in a way that was beyond wrong. It had been one week to the day. Fiona looked at the clock radio on her bedside table. It was late, and it was normally about this time that her father would have come in. She had figured out he seemed to wait for her mother to be sleeping before he came to her room. Most likely this was because it was easier than explaining it all to his wife. He certainly hadn't been doing anything wrong...until Fiona had gone and ruined it all by kissing him. When the soft knock sounded on her bedroom door, Fiona was sure it had been her own heart she was hearing. She didn't say anything, but held her breath. The door opened slowly, and her father came in. He closed it softly behind himself, and in the quiet of the night Fiona heard him turn the little privacy lock on the handle. She bit her lower lip. "Daddy..." she whispered. "I'm here, Baby." "I'm sorry." she started, keeping her voice low. Vince hushed her. "Nothing to be sorry for." It was as if nothing had happened, and Vince got into bed with his daughter and they snuggled together as they had so many nights already. Maybe his body was a little closer than it had been before. Maybe he noticed how good she smelled. Maybe as he held her he thought about her mouth, and remembered how it had tasted. And maybe, just maybe...he felt a little aroused by holding his beautiful adult daughter so close. Regardless, they wouldn't cross that line again. They wouldn't blur the lines of the father and daughter relationship. He was here to offer comfort and his fatherly love. It didn't matter that he noticed the sweet curve of her bottom pressed against his thighs. He would try not to notice the press of her pert breasts against his arm as she breathed softly. Vince was a man, with desires. Desires that admittedly he and his wife had not addressed in a long time. He didn't blame his wife of over thirty years. Lila was a good woman and a good wife. She was also an incredible mother. It takes two to keep a marriage finely tuned, and they had both neglected their relationship. Of course he masturbated in the shower to relieve some tension, but jerking off was not a substitute for human touch and affection. It was at that moment that Vince realized what had drove him to his daughter's bedroom to hold her, it was not just his desire to help her heal. It had been as much for his needs as hers. He needed to be close to someone. This made Vince wonder why he hadn't felt the ability to pull Lila close? Why hadn't he reached for his wife when he was feeling lonely? Of course, Fiona needed him, but the natural desire should have been to reach for Lila, the woman he married. Vince felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, and as soon as Fiona was asleep he slipped out of her bed and made his way back to his marital bed. Vince felt more confused than he had ever felt in his life. He loved Fiona, and he wanted her to feel loved and safe. He knew it was not inappropriate to hold her and hug her the way he was, but he felt their relationship was shifting into dangerous territory. What kind of father kisses his own daughter? What kind of father becomes hard and aroused by his own daughter? Needing to prove he wasn't a monster, he reached for his wife. She was sound asleep. Vince rested his hand on her back and rubbed gently. "Lila..." he called so softly. Lila woke with a bit of a start, "What? Is Fiona okay?" "Shhh, yes...yes. I am sure she's fine." Vince felt himself losing the nerve to ask his wife for what he needed. "What's wrong then?" she asked. The room was dark, but Vince could just imagine the confusion on her face. "I...uh..." Vince paused. "I want you." "Want me to do what? It's late, Vince..." "No, honey...I want you. I want to make love to you." Vince's voice sounded strained even to himself. When had it become so tough to ask his own wife to make love? Lila didn't answer right away, and then she said softly, "I don't think so, Vince. No." There was no explanation offered from his wife, and he didn't dare ask for one. Her rejection stung. "Okay. Good night, Lila." Vince rolled so that his back was to his wife, and forced himself to go to sleep. It would end up being a restless sleep filled with erotic dreams of Fiona, not Lila. Vince would wake up more confused than when he had gone to sleep, which he hadn't thought possible. The nightly routine continued, and as soon as Lila was sound asleep Vince would slip out of his own bedroom and go to his daughter's bedroom. He was careful, so very careful, to remain chaste and proper with his daughter. However, he couldn't lie to himself anymore. The more time he spent snuggled close to her body the more his desire for her grew. She was healed. Her body was healed anyway, but Vince knew it was a long road ahead before his fragile daughter's heart and spirit would be healed. During the day they behaved as if nothing happened at night. He behaved as if they had never kissed. Lila did not seem to suspect anything could be amiss. And was it actually amiss? They had kissed only once. Prior to that and since that they had only snuggled each other. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he had no reason to feel guilty, he did. "Dad, could you drive me to physio today?" Fiona asked. They were all in the kitchen, and Lila had made a nice breakfast for the three. Fiona was starting to spend more time out of her bedroom. Vince was grateful to see his daughter show a little spark of interest in life outside the four walls of her bedroom. She had lost a lot of weight, when he hadn't felt she had any to lose in the first place. "Sure, sweetheart. Maybe we can grab some dinner after, what do you think?" Lila looked at her husband, and she seemed pleased with his suggestion to their daughter. She wanted Fiona to get out and be around people. That was about the only thing that Lila seemed to discuss with her husband these days. She would talk to him about her worries concerning Fiona, but that was about it. More and more, Vince was beginning to wonder if the problem between them was caused by them both or just her? Was she pulling away from him? From time to time Vince would reach out to his wife, but she rejected him each time. Of course she was normally quite gentle about it, but it was rejection all the same. Vince decided to try to reach out again now, "Why don't we all go to dinner together?" Lila shook her head softly. "I'd love to, but I have my book club tonight." "Oh." Vince said simply. "Okay. Fiona, what do you say to dinner with your old man?" Fiona seemed to be watching them both as if trying to figure them out. "Sure, Dad. It's a date." she said finally. Fiona was tired after physio. Vince helped his daughter into his car. "If you're not up to it we can just get some take-out and go home." "No way. We have a date." Fiona said with more passion than she had shown in ages, and Vince secretly enjoyed that she kept referring to it as a date. Vince let his daughter pick any restaurant she wanted. Fiona picked a long time favorite. A chain restaurant that boasted pizzas and pastas, as well as lots of free soup, salad and garlic bread. They stepped in the door to be greeted by the hostess. "Will it just be yourself and your daughter tonight?" the woman asked with a bright smile. "He's not my father." Fiona snapped quickly. Vince swung his eyes to his daughter, but tried not to show his surprise. "My boyfriend and I would like a booth please. It will just be the two of us." Vince's jaw nearly dropped. The hostess looked embarrassed and contrite. "I apologize. Right this way." Fiona had Vince's eyes. The same shape and the same color. There were surely other similarities as well. Vince didn't blame the hostess for having assumed they were father and daughter, which of course they were, and likely they appear to be as well. He wondered what had possessed his daughter to tell this woman otherwise? Once they were left alone at the table with their menus, he asked, "What was that all about?" "You're my date tonight." she replied with an easy smile. Vince had to smile back. Seeing a smile on her face was incredible. "Okay, fair enough." He glanced around. "Looks to me that I have the most beautiful date here." Fiona blushed lightly. They chatted casually about nothing of importance. The waitress came and took their drink orders. "So, what's going on with you and Lila?" Fiona asked abruptly. Vince noted his daughter's out of character use of her mother's first name. "What do you mean?" "You two were acting weird this morning, but you've been acting weird a lot lately." Vince didn't answer right away and instead pretended to be very engrossed in his menu. The waitress came and placed their drinks on the table a short while later. "Are you ready to order?" she asked politely. Vince went with pizza, and Fiona had a Fettuccine Alfredo dish with chicken. As soon as the waitress walked away they began talking again. "I mean...I noticed the weird strain between you two. I have also noticed you two barely talk and never touch." Fiona tried again. "You certainly are observant lately." Vince said. He lifted his bottle of beer to his lips and took a long drink. "Truth is I have no idea what's going on." "That's a cop out." Fiona took a piece of the free garlic bread that the waitress had brought when she took their drink orders. Vince took a deep breath and glanced at his beer. He might need a few more of them if this conversation was going to continue on this subject. "I've tried reaching out to her. She cuts me off at every attempt." Fiona eyed her father speculatively. She seemed to be toying with something she wanted to say or ask. Vince kind of hoped she decided not to ask or say whatever was on her mind. As it was, his head was already spinning. He was feeling nothing but rejection from his own wife, and yet he was crossing all sorts of invisible lines with his daughter. Putting aside the piece of garlic bread she had been nibbling, her petite hand slid across the table and took his. Vince could only imagine how intimate they appeared sitting together in the booth with their hands linked on the table. It was another line crossed. "Are you two still...you know...doing it?" Fiona finally asked, her eyes going wide. Vince coughed hard, drawing the attention of some nearby diners. With his free hand he took his beer and swallowed a log pull from the bottle. He eyed his daughter over the bottle. There was no way he could discuss his sex life with his daughter, or lack of sex life as the case may be. No way, no how. That was his and Lila's private business. Furthermore, it felt wrong discussing that specific topic when lately his sexual fantasies have included her...his own grown child... "I am sorry. I shouldn't have asked that." she had the good grace to cast her eyes down and blush a pretty shade of pink. "It's okay, Baby. It's just private." Vince explained gently. "Since when is Lila in a book club?" "She's joined all sorts of things lately. A book club, a scrap booking club, and she joined the gym." Fiona's eyes narrowed. "Huh...weird." she said, scrunching up her nose a little. "I thought so too." Vince was glad to have someone agree. Lila had never shown any interest in any of these things before. He thought maybe she was just bored now that we're both retired, so maybe she was branching out. It was around the time she joined all these clubs and such that she had stopped communicating with him. They were a bit on the young side to both be retired, so he didn't blame his wife for wanting to get out and be active. Vince casually changed the subject, and Fiona allowed him to. He could see she had more to say, but she seemed to sense that it was making him uncomfortable. They shared a nice dinner. They chatted easily. The avoided talking about the accident and Vince's failing marriage. They also avoided talking about whatever was happening between them. Captivating Sin After Vince paid, they stood to leave. He helped his daughter into her jacket, and then she took his hand. They walked out of the restaurant hand in hand like a real couple. He and Lila hadn't held hands in years and years. In fact he couldn't recall the last time they had held hands or kissed, like really kissed. Why had they stopped doing these things? Later that evening, Vince was feeling good. He had had a really nice time with his daughter. He enjoyed holding her hand both in the restaurant and while walking out. Somehow it had made him feel younger and more virile. He was feeling so good in fact, that it didn't even bother him when his wife came home and barely acknowledged him. She instead hopped right in the shower. That was another new thing she was doing. As soon as she came home from book club, or scrap booking or whatever she did, she would shower. "Did you two have a nice dinner?" Lila asked as she came out of their bathroom. She was toweling her hair, and was wrapped up completely in a fluffy robe. "We did." Vince responded. His eyes slid over his wife, and that's when he saw something that made his stomach clench. On Lila's neck there was a purplish mark that looked suspiciously like a hickey. As if sensing his interest, Lila pulled the collar of her robe up a little higher, but it was too late. Vince had saw the evidence, of what he had been avoiding thinking. Now he was sure and couldn't pretend anymore. Lila was having an affair. Vince stood up, but remained silent. Something shifted in the air, and he could tell they both felt it. "I am going to move to the guest bedroom." he said with deadly calm. "What? Why?" Lila's voice went up a little. "I think you know why, and when you're ready to confess let me know." "I have nothing to confess!" her chin came up with indignation. "That hickey on your neck says otherwise, Lila." Vince's voice was sad. He gathered his stuff, and left the bedroom, leaving his wife sputtering in his wake. The guest bedroom bed was lumpy, and the street light shone through the curtains no matter how he adjusted them. Vince felt hurt. He firmly believed his wife was having an affair. He also felt conflicted. As angry as he wanted to be with Lila, wasn't he guilty too? Sure, he hadn't had sex with Fiona, but not because he didn't want to! He lusted after his daughter like he had never lusted after anyone before. How could he be furious with Lila, when he was not so innocent himself? It was getting late, and Vince was reasonably certain Lila would be sleeping. He knew he shouldn't go to his daughter. It would be a mistake, but he also didn't have the willpower to stop himself. He needed her in his arms tonight. He needed to bury his nose in her hair and smell her shampoo. He needed to wrap his arms around her slender body and feel her warmth. He needed more, but assured himself he would not take more than just her closeness. The routine was always the same, with the exception that since their kiss Vince had taken to locking Fiona's bedroom door behind him. He sneaked in almost silently, and moved directly to the bed. Fiona always shifted over to give him room to join her. He lifted the blankets and slipped under right behind her. His arms immediately circled her, but tonight Fiona was naked. Vince's breath hitched in his chest. His cock instantly grew hard in his boxer shorts. "Baby?" he whispered in a strangled voice. "I'm glad you're here, Daddy." Her skin felt so warm and soft. Vince wished he was bare as well so he could fully feel her silky length pressed against him. Even as it was this felt far too good, it had to be sinful. His hands moved almost as if on their own vocation. He brought them up and cupped her perfect breasts. Gently caressing them he worked his hands to the tip of her puckered nipples. Fiona sighed softly. Slowly, painfully slowly, Vince let his hands slide down her stomach. It was flat, and the skin felt incredible under his fingers. He was rock hard and he knew she could feel it. In his mind he kept screaming at himself to stop and go back to the guest room. He knew that some lines, once crossed, would change everything forever. He couldn't be sure that the changes would be good though. He could very well ruin his relationship with her all because he had a forbidden hunger for her as a woman, not as a daughter. He was so close to getting up and leaving, and maybe Fiona sensed this. She shifted back against him invitingly. She felt too damn good, and smelled even better. Instead of leaving, Vince found himself leaning forward to nuzzle the sensitive skin at her neck. She smelled as good as she felt, and it left him wondering how she might taste. "I want to kiss you." he said so low he wasn't sure she would even hear him, but she did and rolled over in his arms. She pressed close so that her naked body was as close to him as possible. "Kiss me, Daddy." she said breathlessly. This was Vince's undoing. He could not resist the sweet sexy lilt in her voice, the heat of her body, the feel of her breasts pressed to his chest. Even through his thin t-shirt he could feel her rock hard nipples pressed against him. Vince groaned as his mouth came down on hers. Again, like last time, the heat was swift and intense. The kiss swirled and danced. They breathed each other in. It was intense, wild, and reckless. It was everything a kiss was meant to be, even if it was forbidden fruit. When finally their lips parted, they both panted hard. Excitement was making Vince's hands shake ever so slightly, but it also made Fiona's breath hitch. Their roles as father and daughter took a backseat, and they were man and woman in bed together. They had needs, wants, desires that could not be ignored much longer. "Please..." Fiona managed. It was a plea. Vince wanted to give her everything he had to offer, and he wanted to take everything she could offer. He wanted to, but suddenly he couldn't. He was her father, and even though she was a grown woman, it was his job to protect her not take advantage of her. "Fiona...we can't." Moving slowly, and with a heavy heart, Vince slid back and got out of his daughter's bed. He tucked the blanket securely back around her naked form. "I love you so much, and I can't do this to you." With that he left her room. Fiona heard her bedroom door close with the softest click, but it resonated in her ears like a gunshot. Her heart sputtered painfully at the sound. What had she been thinking? What had she done? She felt instant regret. She had pushed her father too far. It was wrong, and she knew that. She had warned herself just to accept what he could offer. Don't demand more. It had been a mistake to wait naked for him. Regret consumed her now, and tears burned in her eyes and on her cheeks. She felt embarrassed, rejected, and so very ashamed. What kind of daughter falls in love with her own father? Loving her father had always been easy, and always would be, but somehow over the last several months she had fallen in love with her own father in a romantic sense. He was such a good man, a strong man, and he loved her unconditionally. Being close to him was easy, and so natural. The desire in her had built and built until she no longer felt she could deny it. It had been a calculated move to take off all of her clothing before going to bed for the night. Seduce felt like too strong of a word, but that was pretty much what she had intended to do. She had imagined them making love in her dark bedroom. His hands would have caressed her entire body. His kisses would have trailed from her mouth to her throat, then down to her breasts and lower. They would have touched, tasted and enjoyed every inch of each other, and then when they couldn't resist it any longer he would part her legs and fill her with his hard cock. He would feel perfect inside her, she just knew it. It took Fiona a long time and a lot of tears to finally get to sleep. If her father could not love her and make love to her as a woman, she certainly hoped they could salvage their father and daughter relationship. She went to sleep with that wish dancing in her mind. Fiona had debated skipping breakfast with her parents. Of course there was still the stringing embarrassment of her shameful behavior the night before, but also she sensed a strain between Vince and Lila. They had been behaving out of character. Everything seemed to be good and messed up, and Fiona couldn't help but blame herself. Did her mother sense something going on between Fiona and her father? Lila was making breakfast. The kitchen smelled of bacon and eggs. Her appetite must have finally been returning, because Fiona found her stomach grumbling loudly as soon as she smelled the food. "Good Morning." Lila greeted in a strained voice. Fiona looked at her mother and noted that it appeared she had been crying. Her nose and eyes were red and puffy. She wore no make-up, and her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. All of this was very un-Lila like. "Morning." Fiona mumbled. Vince lowered his paper and glanced at Fiona, "Morning." His eyes skittered over her, and then the newspaper was back in place essentially blocking his wife and daughter out. Fiona sat. The kitchen was silent except for the sound of the bacon frying on the stove. What exactly was going on here? Had her father told her mother about them? They hadn't really done anything, well not anything unforgivable. Then again, Fiona knew she would never be able to forgive if she were to be in Lila's place. Lila brought breakfast to the table. Vince reluctantly lowered his paper. Everything sort of happened in slow motion. Lila put the plates down and then stood back folding her hands over her stomach. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I'm leaving." she declared. Several beats of dead silence went by, and then Fiona asked cautiously, "What do you mean by that, Mom?" Lila let out a long shuddering breath, "I mean, I love your father, but I am leaving him. I love you both, and I am sorry." Fiona was stunned into silence. Her father didn't react. He sat, stone faced, and didn't say a word. Lila had left that day. She had all but run from the kitchen. It would seem she had already packed her bags and put them in the car, because she simply changed her clothes and walked out the front door. She took her car and hadn't so much as called home since. After Lila had left, Vince went to his room and hadn't come out since. Fiona was beyond worried about her father. She tried his bedroom door several times, only to find it firmly locked. He would respond in one word answers when she tried to talk to him through the wood door. She left food outside the door, but most of it seemed to go untouched. She knew she needed to reach out to him, much the same way he had done for her. It had to be as a daughter though. She wouldn't make the mistake of trying to cross the lines ever again. She just wanted to comfort her Dad when he hurt. A loss was a loss, and Fiona knew very well about loss. It was a Saturday morning, and Vince had been locked up in his bedroom now for officially a week. Enough was enough. Fiona marched to her Dad's bedroom door and knocked firmly. Her chest puffed a little with purpose and the firm speech she was about to give. He needed to listen. This couldn't keep going on this way. Fiona knocked hard. Several minutes went by of silence. She knocked again. This time the door swung open, and there stood her Dad freshly showered and fully dressed. "Hello, Baby." he greeted with a warm grin. "I...we...we need to talk." she finally managed. "About what?" he blinked, all innocence. "About what? About Lila! About you! About us!" the last part slid past her lips before she could stop it. Immediately Fiona wished she could pull it back. "Come in." Vince went back into the bedroom and sat on his neatly made bed. Fiona noted that the bedding was all freshly washed. Her Dad had been busy overnight. He patted the bed next to himself. "Come, sit. What's on your mind, love?" Was he really pretending nothing had happened? Fiona didn't know what to make of her father's sudden turn. "You can't just pretend nothing happened." "I'm not." Vince said with a sigh. "I am moving on. Lila is having an affair, and to up and leave us she must have strong feelings for this other person. I have no choice, Fiona, I need to pick myself up and move on." Fiona bit her lower lip. She didn't mean to be selfish, but what did this all mean for her? What exactly did her Dad mean by moving on? He seemed to be in a better head space, and for that she was grateful. However, she was also hopelessly in love with her own father, and she had no idea what to do about it. She could hardly sleep, eat, or concentrate lately. Her feelings for her father were consuming her every thought. "What's the matter, Fiona?" "I can't keep pretending." she stood and paced on the plush cream carpet. "I can't pretend nothing has happened between us." "I know...about that..." Fiona stopped pacing and her hand shot up in warning. "No, don't say something like it was wrong or a mistake. It didn't feel wrong or like a mistake to me. It felt natural and beautiful." Vince's eyes met his daughter's intense stare. He wanted to deny what she had said. He wanted to correct her, and remind her of who they were and the lines they should never cross. He wanted to say all those things, but they didn't ring true for him. He agreed with her. "I want you more than anything. I want you like a man wants a woman. I crave you in every way possible." "Then...take me, Daddy." Four simple words, and they completely unraveled Vince, and he reached for his beautiful daughter. He reached for her as a woman, not as is daughter. He reached for her to take her into his arms as a lover. After all was said and done, Vince mused at how easy it had been when they had both finally dropped their reservations, along with their clothes, and allowed themselves to give to each other what they truly needed. Now, after, his daughter lay covered but still naked against him. Her head rested on his chest. Her breathing rhythmic as she had fallen asleep. Vince's head was spinning from what he and his daughter had just done. There was no way he would be able to fall asleep, but he was thrilled to have his daughter sleeping on his chest. He stroked his hand lovingly over her bare shoulder, feeling her soft supple skin under his fingers. He thought back over what they had done. Reveling in the sheer joy of it. Clothing had gone flying with them fumbling almost clumsily in their haste to be skin to skin. Once they were both undressed they paused and stood staring at each other. Fiona's body was perfect, and it made Vince's mouth water. He felt momentarily self conscious about his own body, since he was over fifty and his body wasn't nearly as tight as it had been when we was in his twenties or thirties. He got over that pretty quickly when he saw desire flare in his daughter's eyes. Then they were kissing with wild abandon. Their kisses were red hot and left them both feeling breathless and dizzy. Hands wandered everywhere. Vince explored Fiona's soft supple skin, and found himself groaning against her wet mouth. Their tongues danced much like they had before. Fiona tasted of pure sin, and Vince couldn't drink enough of her in. More, he wanted and needed more. He needed to taste every single inch of her body. He moved her to the bed and tossed the bedding back. Fiona didn't hesitate getting onto the bed. Neither of them hesitated. She lay on her back and he lay partially over her. They continued to kiss. Vince let his hand wander down between his daughter's legs. She was shaved there, and Vince wasn't accustomed to that, but he found he quite liked it. She felt so soft, and looked so pink. As his curious finger slid between her smooth lips, Fiona moaned and parted her legs in wanton abandon. She was offering herself up to him. Opening up and letting him take whatever he wanted. She arched her back causing her breasts and nipples to lift. As Vince explored between her thighs, he took a pebble hard nipple between his lips. Fiona was already growing quite wet between her legs. This thrilled Vince, since he was completely rock hard. Desire pounded through him making it hard to think. The world shrank away, and it was just Vince and his beautiful daughter. He shifted on the bed, lifting himself. He kissed and licked her nipples and breasts. He moved up and kissed her mouth until her lips looked almost swollen and bruised. As her chest heaved he kissed his way down her neck and back to her breasts. All the while his hand played with the swollen little button that was her clit. As his fingers would slide up over it she would gasp and sometimes shiver. Vince kept kissing and tasting his way down her body. He moved over her flat stomach and dipped his tongue into her belly button. Her hands were in his hair now as her stomach quivered under his mouth. Lower and lower still he kept moving. Her musky aroused scent floated on the air, and it drew Vince lower still. He had to taste her. Moving between her widely parted legs Vince finally got a good view of his daughter's soft pink pussy. He parted her lips and looked at the pink folds within. The very sight made his desire pound within him. His need almost took on it's own entity. She was soaked. He could see her opening, and knew that she would feel perfect when she sheathed him. They would be a perfect match. He just knew it. Bringing his mouth down he paused, poised over her wet mound. He blew softly, and watched her shiver again. She was looking down, but her eyes were heavy with stormy need. Fiona's breathing was shallow, and Vince thought he could hear both of their hearts thundering in unison. "Do you want this, Fiona?" Vince whispered. His mouth was so close. He had to taste her, and wasn't sure what he would do if she said no. "Yesssss...Daddy...please!" her words were a plea. Her needs combined with his needs tore through Vince as he finally lowered his mouth and took his very first taste of his daughter. He would never admit this later, but as his tongue took it's first sweep of her wet pussy he nearly came. Without even touching himself, and without her touching him, just her taste alone nearly made him cum all over the bed. He had paused, it was brief, but he had needed to regain control of himself. He shuddered with lust, and then dove back in with a ferocious hunger. Fiona nearly came up off the bed as she cried out, and came hard all over his face. "That was too easy, my darling." Vince said as he watched his daughter panting. Her orgasm had been so swift that it had surprised them both. He realized that she must have been like a tightly coiled spring, so all it had taken was a few sweeps of his tongue and she released immediately. It had been incredible to watch his daughter's body quiver and shake through that first orgasm, and if he had anything to say about it she was going to have more. His fingers gently slid over the folds of her soaked pussy. He avoided her clit knowing it would be super sensitive right after such a powerful orgasm. He lowered his mouth again, and she almost whined. He knew she wanted more, but felt too sensitive and tingly yet. She needn't worry though, since Vince didn't want to lick her clit just yet. He wanted to bury his tongue inside her and truly taste her. Positioning his mouth nice and low, Vince stretched his tongue out and used it to reach into her creamy wet opening. She was so hot, and so wet, and damn did she taste perfect to him. He used his tongue to fuck her. At first Fiona had only made small soft sounds, but soon her breathing began to quicken and he could tell her body was already climbing toward another orgasm. Ever so gently he used a thumb to begin rubbing over her clit. His touch was feather light, but steady. Captivating Sin Vince was thrilled when he saw his daughter's hands grab the sheets in bunches. He heard her moan, and looked up to watch her toss her head back exposing her soft white throat. "Oh my Gooooodddddddd..." she cried out through clenched teeth, and Vince prepared to fully taste his daughter's orgasm. He could tell the exact moment his daughter went wildly over the top and tumbled head first into a climax even stronger than her first. Her entire body went from quivering, to shaking, and then she went very still before finally she fell limp. Vince's tongue had remained inside her clenching pussy and he was rewarded with an onslaught of fresh creamy wetness. It was absolutely incredible. Even though he could sense she needed a small break to compose herself, he felt selfish. He didn't want to keep his hands and tongue to himself. She half heartedly protested, but he slid his tongue lower anyway. His wet tongue found the tight pink pucker of her anus. He lovingly caressed her there with his tongue. "Oh!" she cried out softly. "No one has ever done that..." Vince realized there was little he wouldn't do for his daughter's pleasure, but he didn't voice that thought. He would show her instead. Little by little he would show her how he wished to please her. Fiona was relaxed after her two powerful orgasms. That worked just fine for Vince. All he needed was her legs to stay spread and he could enjoy eating out her pink little asshole. No one had ever done this for Fiona, and truth was Vince had never done this for anyone. He had dreamed of licking and tongue fucking her asshole. He lapped eagerly at her pucker. His tongue swept over it and over it. Fiona made sweet soft sounds of appreciation. Vince was enjoying himself immensely but he really wanted his tongue inside her. Using the tip of his tongue he began to probe at her asshole. His daughter was so relaxed that it was actually easy to work his tongue into her pucker. He explored her and tasted her there without reservation. Every inch of Fiona was delicious and desirable. When he noticed that she seemed to be fully heated up again and ready for more, Vince swept his tongue all the way from her asshole to her clit when he clamped down and sucked hard. "OH!" she cried out. Vince shifted so he could bring his hand to her wet little pussy. He didn't pause at all before pushed two thick long fingers into his daughter's soaking pussy. "Do you want me?" he asked. "Yes!" Fiona panted. "Yes, what?" "Yes, I want you, Daddy!" That was what Vince had wanted to hear. He wanted to hear his daughter, his beautiful, hot, sexy, naked daughter call him Daddy while he had two fingers buried in her pussy and her juices on his lips. Maybe that made him a filthy old man, but it drove him fucking wild. Vince growled low. "Fuck... I want you." Pulling his fingers from her pussy he placed them into his mouth and sucked her cream from them. No one had ever tasted better to him. Lifting himself he moved between her legs. His throbbing cock came to rest against her soaking slit. He kissed her lips quickly before leaning back. He wanted to see her eyes when he first entered her. Reaching between them he took his cock in his hand. "Look at me, Fi. I want to see you and I want you to see me..." Fiona's eyes met and locked with her Dad's eyes. Her lips trembled slightly. She was flushed such a pretty shade of pink. Vince had a fleeting thought about birth control, but he truly wanted no barriers between himself and Fiona. Placing the head of his cock at her opening, Vince took a deep breath. Then he pushed forward and sunk deeply into his daughter's tight wet pussy. She felt so hot around him, and incredibly tight. She was a perfect fit for him, just as he had suspected. Fiona gasped as he filled her. "Oh Daddy..." she whispered. Vince wanted to take his time. He wanted to slowly build his rhythm from leisurely to full on fucking, but he could hardly contain himself. She felt so good. As soon as he pulled back he plunged back in deeply. Their pace became frantic quickly, and Fiona was meeting him thrust for thrust. Every time he pushed into her, his daughter brought her hips up to meet him. Vince didn't want to cum too quickly, but being sheathed inside his daughter was driving him rapidly to the brink. Gritting his teeth he attempted to keep his orgasm at bay, but it was a losing battle. He looked down at his pretty daughter. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted. Her chest heaved with her quick breaths and she made the most perfect little moans and whimpers. Vince truly began to fuck his daughter so she would later feel it and remember. He plunged deep and fast. He was racing toward his climax now, and there was no holding off. Luckily, from the sounds Fiona was making it sounded as if she was close too. He hoped he could hold out long enough for them to cum at the same time. Gritting his teeth he plunged into his daughter's soaking pussy again and again. He drove deep until the head of his cock bumped her cervix. This seemed to skyrocket Fiona over the edge and she virtually came undone beneath Vince. Vince tried to sear the image of his daughter into his mind at the exact moment she came all over his cock. Her face was the most perfect picture of bliss. Her body shook and quivered below him. It was too much. She clenched him so tightly inside that it was now impossible to hold back. With a low guttural masculine groan, Vince push deeply into his sweet daughter one more time and spilled his hot seed deep within her. For a long time all they could do was breathe heavily. Vince couldn't think straight, and Fiona seemed to be in some kind of after sex trance. On her lips was the most sweet soft smile of contentment. Vince rolled off his daughter so he didn't hurt her. He watched her chest rise and fall. He liked the thin sheen of perspiration on her skin. He liked how the room smelled of their sweet sinful sex. Slowly, Fiona turned her head and her eyes met her father's eyes. She was still smiling. "I love you." she whispered simply. "I love you, too." The silence between them was comfortable and filled with awe. His daughter looked completely satiated, but something in Vince didn't feel as if it was enough. Slowly he moved down the bed. Fiona watched with drowsy eyes. She didn't ask him what he was doing, nor did she reach for him. She simply watched and trusted. Vince parted her legs gently and looked at her shaved pussy. She was a bit of a darker shade of pink from their sex, and her lips glistened with their combined cream. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. Vince was about to do something else he had never done. Something he had never even dreamed of doing. He lowered his head between his daughter's spread legs and began to clean her of their cum. At first he licked her pinkened lips, and tested the taste of them. He liked it. Wanting more he dipped his tongue between her outer lips and slid it up and down her slit. Fiona made a whimper as she arched her back. His daughter was insatiable. Vince cleaned up all the evidence of their loving externally, and then once again brought his tongue to her opening and began to lick and suck their cum out of her. Fiona's breathing got fast with rapid little gasps of excitement. He continued to work with a hunger to get every bit of their perfect mixture. He was so captivated with their taste and what he was doing that it actually took his by surprise when Fiona's legs clamped on each side of his head as she climaxed again, hard. "Oh...Daddy..." she rasped breathlessly once her legs released him. "You are absolutely incredible." They both moved. Their lips met and locked. They kissed for a long time before Fiona rested her head on her father's chest. She drifted off to sleep. As his daughter slept of course Vince replayed their wicked love-making, but also he thought forward to the future. He didn't know what the future held, but he was almost certain Fiona loved him not just as her father, but as a man. He was in love with his daughter, and he felt sure that she was also in love with him. This was a beautiful gift, and Vince intended to cherish it. Not just in the bedroom, but always. Vince would cherish and love Fiona. Protect her and support her. From the day Fiona had come into his life she had become one of the main reasons he kept going, and although it had seemed impossible, this now deepened that bond.