26 comments/ 63520 views/ 54 favorites Having Hope By: SynnDee Chapter One Hope Burk came barreling down the hallway at full speed, slowing when she turned the corner that led to the kitchen. Her loose fitting half shirt ripped low in the front, fell lower, exposing one of the perfect mounds of her medium sized firm breast. "Don't press play yet," she called as she grabbed the popcorn from the breakfast bar and the chilled bottle of water next to it. Her run became a fast walk when she entered the living room. Setting the large metal bowl and bottled water on the center glass table in front of the sofa, Hope flopped down next to her father. Mike sighed. He scooted over, giving her more room on the sofa to sit. "I'm sorry dad," she whined, "Rebecca saw Josh with Cindy Middleton and she wanted to tell me." "I don't like that boy Hope. He's probably banging that chick," Mike said as he pushed play on the remote. Hope ignored the space her father gave her and sat Indian style so close to him that her long smooth leg rubbed up against his knee. "We're not exclusive dad. He can bang who he wants. Give Josh a chance," she said scooting back on the sofa. "And I'll promise to never be late for movie night again." Mike settle back on the sofa in a foul mood and it wasn't about the little punk Josh, although the bastard did grind his fucking gears. Mike's problem was Hope. His daughter was a eighteen year old fucking wet dream walking and she didn't have a clue because if she did she wouldn't be parading around the house in those barely there gym shorts. Shorts like those should be outlawed. If only he practiced law instead of becoming a cop. Now a detective, he wished he would have taken another path because those shorts riding up her toned tanned thighs was going to be the death of him. He'd asked her a hundred times to wear clothing more suitable for company but as usual, when it came to girl's fashion, Hope ignored him. If her mother hadn't run off when Hope was just eight years old maybe she would know not to prance around like this. Mike glanced over at his daughter. Her long dark hair was pulled into a lose knot at the top of her head. Several shorter strands fell from the knot, making it look sort of messy-sexy. Her young skin was clear and soft. Her hazel eyes were her mother's, and so were her extra long dark lashes, full pouty lips, and her luscious body with its fine curves and a pair of breast that were just right. Fuck, he shifted and just before he looked away, she smiled at him. God, her smile would be his undoing. Mike threw his head back and silently prayed, asking God to forgive his thoughts. What the hell was wrong with him? In his defense, he'd never imaged having his daughter under him but looking and cataloguing her attributes was dangerously close to a sin. He focused on the movie and shut down his thoughts about Hope, reminding himself to talk with her about her around the house clothing again. When the movie was over Mike tried to move but felt Hope's full weight was resting on his side. She'd fallen asleep, so much for movie night. He slowly slid from under her and stood. For a few seconds he watched her. Hope was so beautiful lying there balled up on the couch. His eyes moved over her face and down her neck. He tensed when he saw that her shirt had falling open. Mike had full view of one of his daughter's perfect, round, B cup breasts. Her dark pink nipple was firm and the thought of sucking it in his mouth flashed in his mind. Oh shit. He tried to shake the thought from his head. He almost came undone when he looked away from her breast to find her smooth trimmed pubic hair and the pink lips of her sprawled out pussy staring up at him. Hope's shorts were loose around her thighs and she had no panties on. She was still sitting Indian style but her upper body had fallen over when he moved causing the striking scene before him. Shit, shit, shit...his cock hardened instantly. "Shit," he whispered. He was rock hard because his daughter's perfect little pink pussy was winking at him. Mike turned away and paced the length of the sofa. His cock flexed when the image of him on his knees licking her cunt dry popped in his head. Fuck, Mike backed away nervously. His breaths increased as he rubbed his cold palms over his thighs. This was stupid. Just pick her up and put her in her bed, he told himself but didn't move. "Move asshole," he whispered after turning around to see her pussy wink at him again. He sucked in his bottom lip. God, he wanted to taste her. "I'm fucking sick," he whispered. "Fucking sick," he said again. Move asshole. The sooner she's in her bed, the sooner he can get the images out of his head. Mike bent over and place one arm under her upper back and other under her legs then swooped her up in his arms. Walking down the hall as fast as he could, he pushed open her door with his foot and moved towards her bed. Her grey and white room didn't scream teenager, it kind of whimpered it. There were no posters of shirtless teen boys and music stars. No brightly colored patterns or pictures tacked to walls. Just clean lines, framed art, and neatly arrange closets greeted him as he entered and began to place her on the bed. Hope shifted in his arms as he was laying her down. Scrambling to catch her legs he grabbed the first thing he could get a firm grip on, unfortunately for Mike it was high up his daughter's thigh and that's when he felt it. Her warm slickness covered two of his fingers. In his desperation to keep from dropping Hope he had inadvertently pressed into a set of very wet lips. He froze but didn't move his fingers as he continued to lower her to the bed trapping his arm under her thigh. Her heat radiated against his hand and he caught her scent in the air, chipping away his will power. He knew he needed to untangle his hand from her bit God help him, he didn't want too. Dropping to his knees, Mike looked at his finger tips that were caught in the folds of Hope's slick hot pussy. When he attempted to pull them free, she moved. He stilled again, determined not to wake her. No way was he going to get caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Her movement caused his fingers to press in deeper and slide over her little nub and she moaned. His cock was so hard he felt it was going to burst. She moved her hips again and he could feel more of her wetness. Not sure what made him do it but he slid his fingers slowly around her slit, crossing over her clit twice. He moaned and his cock jerked several more times. When he realized what he was doing, he pulled his fingers free and slid his arm out as Hope shifted. Damn. Mike pulled her sheet over her with his clean hand and went to his room. He closed his bedroom door and went straight to his bathroom. He went over to the other bathroom door that led into the hallway and locked it. Mike closed his toilet seat and sat down. He realized he wasn't breathing so he took a deep breath. He scrubbed his hand over his face but froze. Fuck...this was the offending hand covered in her juices. He could smell her innocence on them and she smelled so good he almost came in his shorts. Moving his fingers under his nose and inhaling deeply, her pussy smelled so good his cock jumped. Without thinking about what he was doing, Mike placed the two fingers on the tip of his tongue. "Hmmm," he moaned as he pulled his aching member free. While keeping his coated fingers on the tip of his tongue he let his hardness go long enough to pump some lotion that sat on his sink in his palm. He smoothed the lotion over his cock and began jerking off. A guttural rumble rose from his core and came out as a heady moan when he allowed his lips to close over his fingers. Mike pumped his hardness at the same time. Her taste was blinding and his head spun as he savored it. Moaning over his fingers he began pumping faster. Her alluring smell was under his nose and in his mouth and he loved it. Mike growled and pumped faster. Her taste was almost gone from his fingers so he began licking them greedily, wanting more. Wishing his face was buried between her tight legs and that he was licking her sweet twat, he panted. He was close, close....God soooo close. His head fell back and he growled as he squirted in the air. His hand continued to pump his life's milk a minute later. Hope lay in her bed, writhing on her fingers as she drove them inside her soaking wet pussy. She'd fallen asleep during the movie but woke during the credits. She was tired so she didn't move right away. She was about to get up and tell her dad goodnight when through hooded eyes, saw her father looking at her the way Josh does. They way her male teachers did, the way her friend's fathers and their neighbors did. It made her shiver. When he noticed she wasn't wearing panties, through hooded eyes, she watched in silence as her father's cock hardened. It was clearly noticeable in his basketball shorts. He wanted her and for some unexplained reason that excited her. It was an accomplishment of sorts because only one other guy had ever excited Hope which was why her virginity was still intact. Getting all worked up over your father wasn't good but if your Dad had been named the sexiest cop in the city three times, it kind of made a difference. Saying that he was hot was understating things. Mike Burk had naturally warm toned skin, dark hair, dark eyes and the body of a Greek Olympian, with ripples of lean honed muscles. And with his dark bad boy vibe and his gentlemanly ways, he was a chick magnet. But did he find her sexy? Maybe it wasn't lust in his eyes. Because there was no way he thought of her as hot. When he carried her to her room she wriggled out of his grasp, to expose herself more, only she didn't count on his fingers touching her hot place. She couldn't help moving against his fingers, hoping for a split second that he would slide them inside her, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out in disappointment when he denied her. Moving to trap his arm under him, he gifted her with the pleasure of moving his fingers around. It felt so good she couldn't help moaning and the desire bubbled up again, wanting desperately to have his fingers slide into her. Now all throbbing and alone, Hope had to press her own finger into herself and play with her aching bud. Then she heard an agonizing howl coming from her father's room. It was his cumming call. She'd heard it before. The first time she'd heard it she was sixteen and had snuck into his bathroom through the hallway entrance. He was with his old lay, Misty. Hope sat on the floor by his bedroom and listened. That's when sex became an interest to her. Hearing Misty scream and moan while he fucked her made Hope interested in things she hadn't been before. So hearing him howling tonight, knowing Cheri, his current lay, wasn't around made her heart skip and the breath catch in her throat with the realization that, that howl he'd just made, no doubt was for her. Chapter Two "Morning dad," Hope smiled as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He watched her walked over to the counter and grabbed a box of cereal, noticing the tightness of her jeans around her ass as she did. His traitorous dick hardened instantly. He looked down, turning his attention back to his papers and sipped his coffee. "I have to go to the library with Rebecca's after school then I'm going to hang out awhile so I won't be back till late," she told him. "You need the car? I can drop the car off at your school when I go on lunch." Hope poured the milk over her cereal. "Nah, I don't feel like driving today." "Well call me if you need a ride home." He sipped his coffee again. A sigh a relief washed over him. He could have Cheri over, fuck her and have her gone before Hope got in. Then maybe this sexual whatever it was for Hope would be done. He was just horny. "Josh is bringing me home," she said sitting across from him. Mike looked up. His narrowed his eyes and he had to bite his tongue not to say something that would make her rebel and marry the asshole. "Don't give me that look dad. I don't hassle you about the tits and ass you bang," she spit out. "Just make sure you're not referred to as a nameless pair of tits and ass," Mike laughed. Hope frowned at him then looked at her cell phone as she ate her cereal. He watched her put a spoon in her mouth and his dick spoke up. Her wrapping that full moist mouth around him replaced his disgust for Josh and he nearly came in his pants. He wondered how she had such an immediate effect on him. He never shot cum from just a thought or peek. What the hell was happening to him? Mike used his papers to cover his hard-on as he jumped up from the table like a madman. "Tell the asshole to drive safe," he called to her as he gathered his stuff and left out of the front door. In his office he could think of nothing else but pushing into his daughter's tight little twat. He'd already called Cheri and she was willing, always willing to be at his service so he couldn't understand why he was still thinking of Hope. Hope. Her sweet pink pussy was so pretty. "Damn it," he wiped his mouth. Something was seriously wrong with him. "Hey Burke, what's up?" Mike hadn't even heard the door open. He looked up to see Devin, who'd been sticking his head inside the door. Moving inside, Devin took a seat in the chair that faced his desk. "That bad huh," he asked? "Want to talk about it? Might make you feel better." Mike must look like shit because Devin Mitchell was the eighth person that asked him what was wrong. Out of the eight, Devin was the only person he would trust with his life. When Devin was fourteen, Mike was the officer that answered the call for assistance in a family dispute. When he arrived on the scene, Devin was beaten bloody but even then the young brawler had given his father a run for his money. Devin's father was in the corner with a knife sticking out of his gut. Devin's mother was passed out on the floor. Mr. Mitchell had beaten her up for helping her son with his homework. It wasn't the first time the elder Mitchell had beaten his wife but Devin was older now and he made sure that it would be the last. From that day on, Mike Burk made it his mission to foster the boy that was brave enough to defend his mother. Every weekend Mike and Hope picked Devin up for a fun filled day with them. They did almost everything together until Hope branched off a few years ago. Now twenty two, Devin was and always would be the son Mike never had. Mike and Devin still hung out but it was a guy thing now. And Mike was the reason Devin enrolled in the academy. "I'm going to hell." Mike rubbed his face with his hand, the one that should be cut off. He looked at the two fingers that had been covered with Hope's cunt juices and shit....boner alert. "Yeah," Devin smirked, "get in line." Mike knew Devin had overcome the guilt of killing his father but that didn't mean he'd forgotten it. Devin sat back in the chair. "Want to share or do you want that shit eating at your soul until it kills your ass. You know I won't judge you" Mike knew he could trust Devin but how do you say that you thought about fingering your daughter while she slept. And that you went to your bathroom and sucked her sweet wetness from your fingers and jerked off. It was one of the best fucking releases he'd ever had in his entire pathetic life. "I fucked up man." He shifted so his hard cock had more room and told Devin the sorted tale. Embarrassed and ashamed, he waited for Devin to lay into him, cuss, or even punch his fucking lights out but Devin just sat there, silent for what seemed like hours. "What are you going to do," Devin asked finally? Mike had to hand it to the kid. Devin's face was as blank as a mime. "I don't fucking know. Send her to live with her aunt maybe." Only that wasn't an option. His sister Pattie had a problem with drugs and men and even though she was trying to get her shit together he couldn't risk exposing Hope to that shit. "I called Cheri. I'm guessing I need a release you know. It's been a few weeks and I'm probably stressed." "Yeah, no," Devin shook his head. His light blue eyes bore into Mike. "You already released." Devin laughed but got serious when Mike groaned. "Look, I don't know what I'd do in that situation. I mean, incest is not really acceptable is it but fuck dude, Hope is pure sin. I know I'm not supposed to admit this but I would run up in her barely legal ass so fast your head would spin. And dude, I would take a beating from you with no regrets. I wouldn't even fight back." Devin shifted. "I know every guy here would too. Hell most of them probably jerk off to her nightly. So I can't bloody help you with this pity party you're having for yourself." Devin stood, "sucks for you." "I don't have to tell you that this conversation was between you and me," Mike said with a tone of defeat. "That goes without saying." Devin looked back. "Mike," he turned the door knob but didn't open the door, "what did she taste like?" "Fuck you Mitchell." Mike threw his stapler at Devin's head but the bastard was out of the door and had it shut before it hit him. The stapler hit the door and fell to the floor, leaving a little nick in the wood. Hope sat in the passenger seat of Josh's mustang. She felt his eyes on her so she turned, gave him - I so like you watching my tits smile- then focused back on the text message she was sending. She'd told only one person about what happened with her dad. Erica Blake and her twin sister Rebecca, older by twelve minutes, were her best friends. It was easier to talk to Erica when it came to sex than it was to talk to Rebecca. Even though the three girls were virtually inseparable for most all of their lives, Rebecca was frigid and would judge her. "Hope," Josh smack at her phone, "can you put the phone away for one minute." Hope pushed his hand away. "Don't," she warned. Typing at teen speed, she tapped in her response. "So what you gone do tonight" - Erica "Don't know...WWUD" - Hope "Don't ask me cause you not going to like my answer" "What?" "You got a hard on for daddy....so seduce him." "You're crazy Erica" "Am I...then do Josh's fibbing ass and get your heart ripped out. Do daddy...and" "And?" "And you give it to someone you love, who loves you or....you call Devin" "You're a freak" "Can I do your daddy then? Or give me Devin" "Fuck your own father" "Naw...not into Tommy lee Jones types...want your daddy. You fuck mine." "Freakkkkk" "Hope," Josh yelled, "we're here." Hope locked her phone and put it in her purse. She leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Josh's lips. He leaned into it, trying to make it last but Hope pulled away. "You don't have to go in right now, do you?" Hope placed her hand on the door handle and pushed it open. She looked at the time. It was eleven thirty eight. "Yeah, kind of tired but we can hang out tomorrow after the game." "Don't tease me Hope," he grinned. "Promise," she smiled. She stepped out of the car and closed the door. As she walked to her house she cursed. Things with Josh were getting sticky. He wanted what she wasn't ready to give. Well, not ready to give him...she was ready, been ready, but not ready to do it with him. Her virginity was too important to waste on a cancer like Josh. He was handsome enough and had a nice body, with brains to boot but he was a total tool. He viewed the world from a perfect little perch his parents set him on and from that perch the real world was obscured. Hope glanced over at Cheri's Prius. Her stomach fluttered. She took a deep breath before opening her front door. Closing it, hope leaned on the door. The house was dark except for the light in the kitchen. They were in his room. Hope locked the door, placed her keys on the table and walked softly to her room. In her room, she switched on the light and threw her purse on the floor. It took only seconds to get undressed and dressed in a night shirt and shorts. When she moved to her bed a loud moan broke the silence in the house. Having Hope Her father and Cheri were still awake. Her pussy throbbed and the need to see, to actually see what was going on other than just listening on the other side of the bathroom door overrode her common sense. Hope tip toed into the hallway where she turned the entry door to his bathroom. It was unlocked. Cheri was probably the one to blame. She eased inside and settled by the door that led to her father's bedroom. She'd decided to just listen. But....she thought as Cheri's moans turned into full out screams of passion, how awesome it would be to see them. She would just try the knob. No harm in trying the knob, right. She turned the knob and surprise, it was open. Thank you Cheri. Hope went to her knees and quietly eased the bathroom door that led to her father's bedroom was open. What she saw took her breath away. They were lying across the width of the bed were she could see the tops of their heads. Cheri was on the bottom and her heels were digging into his lower back and his elbows were on either side of her head. He was looking down at his sex toy, grinding inside her. His strain face made him look more handsome, if that were possible. He moved his ass up and down... and with every thrust, Cheri screamed but he only grunted. Hope's grip on the door tighter and she let out a low squeal. Then everything stopped. Well it didn't but it felt like it had because her father somehow heard her and at the very moment she was about to closed the door, he looked up at her. Scared frozen, Hope stared back at him. Her father's face was blank but his eyes seemed to darken. He continued to move in and out of Cheri he and Hope held each other's gaze for over ten seconds, only breaking their staring contest when a roar of completion broke from his mouth. He jerked out his cock and spilled jizz all over Cheri's stomach then buried his head in her neck. Hope closed the door and was in her room in a flash. About thirty minutes later she heard the front door open and close. She jumped off her bed and closed her bedroom door. Her father was going to kill her and she didn't want to die tonight, not that tomorrow was any better. Chapter Three She left the house early, before he'd gotten up. Mike rubbed his brow. His headache wasn't getting any better and this was not the time to go stir crazy. He was helping Devin with a case that needed his full attention. The perpetrator just walked into a bar and they were waiting for the guy's friend to show to make the bust. The friend was Mike's bust, the perp was Devin's. Mike rubbed his brows again and groaned. "Wow," Devin said looking at him, "and you blew your load while she was watching." "I blew my load because she was watching." Why lie about it. He was a sick fuck and needed a fucking shrink. Devin would have to do. "Shit," Devin yelled as two gunshots rang out. He jumped from the unmarked car. Mike reacted quicker. He was ripping across the street and into the alley, avoiding cross street traffic in the process. "Stop, police," he yelled. He'd been after Henderson for four months and he had him. Well...would have him once he closed the gap. Henderson tore down the alley. With his gun raised, Mike shot a warning but the criminal whipped around and shot twice. Mike fell forward but got off a shot before hitting the ground. "Get back Devin," he yelled when Devin ran towards him. But Devin was there, leaning protectively over him with his gun drawn. Devin shot once and Henderson fell. "Shit," Devin yelled. He pulled out his radio and feed dispatch info. Mike felt a searing pain his leg when Devin squeeze it. His vision blurred. "Where's that ambulance, he's fucking bleeding out." That was all Mike heard - the panic in his friend's voice before everything went dark. "Damn it Patti, that hurts," Mike yelled and his sister tried to help him out of the car. "Just let me do it." "Fine, do it yourself then," Pattie slammed the crutch into his hand and backed away dramatically. Mike inched out of the truck. "Come on old man," Devin said as he stepped up and took his uninjured arm. "If thirty four is old then I'm a mummy," Pattie said stalking passed them and towards the house. Mike laughed and waved to his next door neighbor who was saying hello. He must look a sight with one arm and one leg in a cast. He was shot with both bullets Henderson fired. He'd been explained the technical terms of his injuries but like the medical terms for dummy's version. He would be immobile for a few weeks. He and Devin both were credited with a shot each for taking down Henderson. In all both men were satisfied even though both perps died. With Devin's help they had him sitting on his sofa with his leg up on a pillow. Minutes later, Hope ran through the still opened door and was standing over him asking if he needed anything. They'd never had the 'talk' about the incident but she hadn't seemed freaked out about it, at least he thought she wasn't because she was acting normal. "Just water," he told Hope before she ran to the kitchen. Mike watched Devin as he watched Hope move around the house. But whenever Hope was in the same room, Devin acted as if she didn't exist. He wondered how ignoring Hope was working out for Devin because he was having a hell of a time pretending she didn't exist. Eventually night came and Mike was happy to sleep in his own bed after four days in the hospital. Pattie and Devin took him to his room and helped him get ready for bed. Inside his room without the doctors and co-workers to keep him occupied he had time to think, and that wasn't a good thing necessarily. Shit, thinking about how he was going to talk with Hope had him distracted the day he got shot so clearly it was a touchy subject. With him home his reprieve was over and his headache was back. His only comfort was that Pattie and Devin had signed on to help him out with showering and dressing because honestly, he couldn't have Hope touching him. Not with the shit going on in his head. So for three weeks, Pattie and Devin were is care takers with little to no help form Hope. Of course she'd volunteered but Mike and Devin brushed her off. Pattie, who had no idea of what was going on, allowed Hope to assist in some of his care. During this time, life was pretty much normal. Hope sat in the kitchen eating a bowl of pasta as she flipped through a fashion magazine. She saw a dress that was nice and circled it with a pen. "I' don't know Josh," she said into her cell, "maybe." She circled another dress then a pair of heels. "Yeah...not tonight, I have to go...ok bye." She hung up the phone and placed it on the table in front of her. "How was the after party," Pattie asked Hope? She looked up. "It wasn't a party aunt Pattie. It was a get together." Pattie came into the kitchen and kissed her on the cheek as she slid a small box over the magazine. "Party, get together...what's the difference. I know it's early but happy graduation anyway." Hope excitedly opened the box. "Thank you Aunt Pattie," she said and she admired her new ear rings. "I knew you'd like them," Pattie smiled. "What did Mike get you?" Pattie pulled out a kitchen chair and sat in it. "A new phone," she lifted it up, "A four hundred dollar gift card to my favorite clothing store and a new car." Hope frowned when Pattie jumped out of the chair. "Where's this car? I want the first ride." Hope laughed. "Yeah, I was excited to," then she lifted the corvette key chain and dangled it in front of her aunt. They both laughed. "My brother's an ass." Pattie was about to say something else when her phone rang. Hope watched Pattie get excited as she spoke to the caller. "I gotta go," her aunt grabbed her bag and rushed towards the door. "Tell Mike I'm sorry but something came up. He's in the shower and is going to need your help in a few." Hope looked concerned as she swiftly followed Pattie. "Alright," Hope shrugged. She hadn't done enough anyway. "Is everything ok?" "Yeah," Pattie smiled as she ran down the walk way toward her car parked at the curve. "I got a call back. Wish me luck." "Good luck," Hope waved. She stepped back in the house, cleaned up her dish and waited in the hall for her father to call her in. Life didn't feel any different yet. A chapter of her life was almost over and nothing had really changed. She thought about how after the prom, at the get together in the hotel room Erica and Rebecca got, how Josh tried to finger fuck her. Maybe she was frigid too because she shut him down right away. Maybe she was still stressing over when her father was going to bring up what she'd seen. He'd probably do it now. This was the first time they'd been alone since he'd been shot. God, that day Pattie came to tell her that he'd been shot, Hope almost died. She wouldn't know what she'd do if she ever lost the one person in the world she loved more than anything. "Pattie," her father called. Hope walked through his room and pushed the bathroom door open enough to peek in but she couldn't see him. "Aunt Pattie had to leave dad. She sent me to help you. " "No," he all but shouted, "Call Devin." She eased the door open more, letting out a rush of steam. "Devin's on duty remember." Cause when he wasn't he practically lived here, she said to herself. "I can help, really it's no problem." When he didn't answer for several minutes she said, "You can't stay in there all night." "I don't want you seeing me like this," he almost whispered. Up until then Hope hadn't fully understood that her father was naked behind the door. "You have nothing I haven't seen before," she laughed. She heard him sigh then the sound of a bottles and other things hitting the floor made her rush into the room. "What the French toast dad?" She saw him stretching from the shower with his good leg still inside, reaching over the toilet for a towel that hung from a shelf. His bad leg was wrapped in a bag, on the outside of the shower and it was slipping forward slowly. He was holding himself up with his good arm by using the toilet as a base but if she didn't help he would be flat on his face. Hope ran up and placed her shoulder under his extended arm to allow him to use her as a crutch. She helped him into a standing position, still half in half out. He leaned against the back wall of the shower, using the curtain to cover himself but she hadn't even noticed his cock. Water sprayed over Hope and the floor as it bounced off the shower curtain that he held over his waist. She got good and wet as she reached to turn off the water. She then got a towel from the towel rack. Closing her eyes, she handed him the large towel. When she felt him take it she turned her back to him. "Done," he gritted out. "Where the hell is Pattie," he barked? Hope let him use her as a crutch again as she helped him out of the shower. He slipped a little on water that soaked the floor but she kept him upright. When they got into his room she helped him on the bed. "I don't need cloths. Just call Devin and tell him Pattie left." Hope ignored him and got another towel. She got on the bed and kneeled behind him and began to dry his back. "I can take care of you." When done with his back she moved to his front. She towel dried his hair and worked on his arms and upper body. When she looked at his face his eyes were focused on her...she followed his gaze to her shirt. The white fabric was soaked all the way through and her braless breast and nipples could be seen clearly. A miserable groan came from deep in his throat and he pushed her away. "I can dry myself." He shifted and what sounded like painful hiss escaped him. Hope threw the towel at him and stood. "Why do you hate me so much? Is it because I looked in on you and Cheri? News flash, that wasn't the first time I came into your bathroom when you were banging some whore. If you haven't noticed, they're really loud." "I don't hate you Hope. Other things are going on with me right now, things that aren't good baby." "Talk to me dad. We've always talked about things, even the bad things." He shook his head. "You've never treated me like a kid all these years but now you want to start. Guess what, it's too damn late." She pulled the free towel off the bed and rubbed her dripping hair, causing her breast to bounce from side to side. He cursed and looked away. She stopped rubbing her head and frowned. "Is this about what happen that night when we watched that Spartan movie? When your fingers slipped into my-" "Hope," he looked surprised. "That's it isn't it. You've been treating me like a leaper because you liked it. So what," she yelled. "You jerked off and it's over. So now can we get back to the way we use to be." Chapter four Mike tried looking at her but he couldn't. She knew what he'd done. He was ashamed and stunned. "We can never be like that again Hope," he whispered, "because I can't help it. I can't stop thinking of you in a sexual way. I'm your father and I want to do things to you." He fell back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling, covering his eyes with his arm. His tongue was itching to suck those plump nipples that were poking through her wet shirt. "I think you should go stay with grams in Ohio." He heard Hope began to cry and his stomach turned. "I'm not going to fucking Ohio because you have a fucking hard on," she screamed. "You want me to leave my friends and you now. I have only a few months left here. I can't believe you don't want me anymore. You can't let this come between us." She was full out crying now and his heart was breaking. "Hope," his voice cracked with emotion, "It's not that I don't want you. I want you to fucking much." Before he could say anything else he felt the towel lift and her warm hand on his cock. He hissed at her touch and tried to push up but when he felt her mouth close around his already engorged pole he lost all his senses and his equilibrium. He fell back again when she sucked deeply and the pull in his cock made his eyes roll in the back of his head. "What...God..." his good hand went to the side of her head. He wanted to push her off but his hand fisted her hair when she hungrily licked the head. "What are you doing?" His voice was gravelly. His body tensed as her mouth slid down his shaft again. Spots clouded his vision so he closed his eyes. "Stop please," he tried pushing at her head again. She ran her tongue up his shaft causing him to curse as she smacked at his hand. She licked the tip before letting it smack to his stomach. "I'm fixing this thing between us. You feel uncomfortable about what you did so I'm doing something embarrassing and we'll be even." Getting to a sitting position, he tried scooting away. His injured arm stung and with her hand still on his cock he was having a hard time moving. "Please Hope, let go of me." Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Tears fell in streams down her beautiful face. "No, I won't. If you want me to stop you're going to have to hurt me to get me loose." She lowered her head and took his cock in her mouth again, this time sucking him slow and steady. Mike grabbed her hair again, to pull her free but she did the same as before, she took as much as she could get in her mouth. Which wasn't all of his huge cock but it was enough to cause him pause. His hand fisted her hair and a loud moan erupted from his chest and out his mouth. She moaned with him, sucking and savoring his cock like it was her favorite food. Mike couldn't help looking down at his daughter as she pushed her mouth as far as it could go again. Fuck...fuck...fuck. God help him, he didn't want her to stop. She was so beautiful, her lips so perfect, her mouth so warm. Mike roared with pain and passion as his body gave in and his brain shut down. Tears rolled from her eyes as he pushed her loose hair away from her face so he could see her sucking his dick like he was the only man on earth. He felt like the only man on earth. "Hope," he moaned, "Move baby, I'm going to...I'm going to cum in your mouth." Just saying it drove him mad with lust. She shook her head and continued to suck him faster. "Please God move," he tried jerking away but she dug her nails in, where his back and ass met, pulling him closer. Liquid heat surge up his cock and his seed spilled out into her mouth. Mike roared his release, bucking several times but Hope held on, never letting a drop slip free of her pretty little lips. "I not letting you get rid of me dad. I'll do anything to stay with you." She said to him after swallowing his entire load. Mike couldn't believe what just happened. He came inside his daughter's mouth and she fucking swallowed it all. He howled a curse that would have had a lion cringing. Hope jumped back with fear in her eyes. When he looked at her she was trembling. "I'm not mad at you...I'm mad at me. Fuck....go to your room Hope." Mike fell back on the bed, covering his face as he cried. "Daddy," she whispered. Mike squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears. Her calling him daddy only turned his sick ass on more. "Get to your room Hope," he sobbed. Hope knew she had passed the point of no return. He wasn't getting rid of her like her mother had. Her parents were together for five years until she was born. Then after raising her for awhile her mother up and left. She wouldn't let him send her away. She'd do anything and she had. Sucking his cock was the most liberating thing she'd ever done. Yeah, she'd done it before. Hand jobs and blowjobs were all she would give of herself to the three guys she'd dated over the years. Only she never liked it as much as she just had. She liked the smooth hardness of him in her mouth. Loved that he was too large to fit and it turn her on the way he resisted. Now she wanted to experience more, more with him. She wasn't going to let him get rid of her. She would make him keep her and if what she was going to do next didn't do it, she would find another way. She pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her naked breast and dropped her shorts to the floor. Hope placed her finger between her legs and coated it with her pussy juice. Her exes loved eating her pussy and Josh was always begging her to let him taste her again. So she went to the bed, where her father sobbed and placed her finger in his mouth, confident he would enjoyed her taste. He jerked and slapped her hand away, stinging her skin. He turned a hateful gaze on her. "Get the fuck out Hope." His eyes widened when he saw her naked form standing to his side. She ignored him again as she made her way to the head of the bed and sat down. She sat against the head board, spread her legs wide giving him an unabashed view then began to masturbate. His eyes had followed her as she walked around to the top of the bed, she knew they would. Now he was watching her, like he watched Cheri. He wanted her and she wanted him to want her. Hope stuck her fingers in and out of her wet pussy, rocking slowly, seductively as he watched. Every so often he would looked into her eyes and she could see the strain, the way he was torn but then she would moan and he would close his eyes and seem to refocus on the wet sounds her fingers made inside her pussy. She knew he was gone when he sucked in his lip, tasting her fluids she'd left there with her finger. When she felt the tips of his fingers on her pussy, she closed her eyes and cried out. She felt the bed move as he shifted. She worried for a brief moment that he was going to throw her to the floor, make her leave but then she felt his mouth close over her cunt. "Oh god," she breath. "Oh God daddy it feels sooo damn good." His tongue whipped back and forth and she squirmed with delight. She felt his fingers spreading her open and his tongue was on her bud. Only a couple of minutes passed and her body was convulsing off the bed. He stuck his tongue inside her...lapping up her flavor. "Oh daddy, oh daddy...shiiiitttttt," she yelled as she came hard on his face. He continued to lick her until her body fell limp. Having Hope Mike rolled onto his back in defeat. "Please leave now Hope," his voice strained. He didn't sound like himself. Her legs were still spread wide and he wanted to make her cum again. The sound of her cumming because of him gave him too much pleasure. He wanted more. When he felt the bed rise, he knew she was finally listening to reason and he felt a wave of relief. Why had he let it go this far. He couldn't stop himself. Bullshit. He let lust drive his actions. He was possessed. He'd relished tasting her sweetness, and she was sweet, but hated himself for doing it. He had been lost in the taste of his own daughter's pussy. A taste he would never forget. His mind was numb from the experience. Mike felt the familiar surge in his cock when a woman's hands touched it and his mind cleared. He raised his head to see Hope straddling him. She had his hardening cock in her delicate soft hand and was guiding the head- "No, shit no," he yelled just as she slid his cock past the point of no return. She cried out in pain, her eyes went wide and glazed with welling tears as she sat motionless on his twelve inch dick. He sat there in shock, unable to move or think. After her screams became sobs, she whimpered, "It stings daddy." Well yeah, she'd just impaled a kitten with a horse's cock and to the hilt no less. The thought excited him and his cock twitched. Her perfect ass that sat on his thighs moved. "Baby, are you ok," he asked. His cock twitched inside her tighter than tight little pussy. He stifled a groan, loving the feel of her walls gripping the shit out of him. "Mmm huh," she shook her head. "It still stings though." He frowned, "Baby, you're a virgin?" She nodded again. "Fuck, Hope, why. Why are you doing this to me?" His voice was sandpaper as he fought the urge to pump in her wet hot pussy. He managed to sit up, she moved with him like they were sewn together. "You can't get rid of me now daddy. You ate me out." His cock throbbed and bucked when she said those torrid words. He refused to move but his strength was weakening. "I sucked you off, swallowed your cum." His hardness bucked again, having a mind of its own. "Now you're inside me." Buck. Buck. "You won't get rid of me. I want to stay with you. And you can't get rid of me now." "I wasn't getting rid of you Hope. We were just going to stay away from each other for awhile, until I worked out my issues." "Do you love me daddy." Mike winced. His cock was vibrating like an anxious kid in a candy store and he could tell she liked it based on the hooded look and slight smile she gave when he'd done it the last three times. He needed to get her off him. "You know I do Hope. I love you so much baby but you have to get up now." "Don't you fucking patronize me? I'm not stupid." Her eyes narrowed. She moved up but not off and his cock, her breath catching as she moaned with pleasure. He watched her grimace with pain as he stretched her raw deflowered pussy with his oversized member. Through gritted teeth he hissed, "I'm warning you. Get up Hope." He placed his good hand on her hip with intent to raise her off him but she continued to move down slowly. He could just throw her off without causing her more pain but not until she slicked his cock up with more of her juices. Ripping her off his dry cock now would hurt her. Only his resolve was fading with every move she made; every moan she let out and when she grabbed her perfect breast he almost shot inside her. By this time her frown was replaced with strained joy and he was lost. His hips jerked once and she screamed with pleasure. He was clutching the sheets now, trying to resist. "Please daddy. Don't you want to fuck me?" He'd tried to resist the urge to move but she began grinding her tight pussy over him and he broke so fucking hard that he flipped her over to her back. A waved of pain from his leg threatened to make him blackout but he fought it. He wanted, needed to move inside her tiny pink heated pussy or he would die. She wanted to fuck, he was going to fuck her raw. Mike raised one of her legs and braced it with his good leg so his hips were position under her, burying his cock deep. She pushed at his chest but he moved her hands with his good hand and suck up one of those perfect nipples until most of her and breast was in his mouth. He sucked then like he was nursing, feeling her nipples pearl beneath his tongue, lapping at them causing her to cry out. Whether she was crying out with joy or pain, he didn't know. She had awakened his beast and now she was going to get fuck good and plenty. He was slated for hell so he was going to make the journey fucking fantastic. He dropped that breast, it was probably sore now, and took the other in his mouth with a deep suck. He slurped, sucked, and licked them with a hunger he'd never felt before. He lifted his head but not enough to look at her. He couldn't look at her, couldn't look into those hazel eyes and see the scope of what he was doing. He knew this was wrong but his cock didn't care. He didn't fucking care at this point. Mike moved his good leg up more, pushing her leg up more so he could bury himself deeper...deeper. She cried out again. "Shuuush baby," he placed his cast arm above her head to give him leverage. Used his good hand to brace and steady her hip. He buried his head near the side of her face with his mouth close to her ear. "You gonna take it all Hope. You started this, wanted this and now I'm giving you what you've been asking for." He hissed as his cock pressed deeper into her tightness. He began to pump slowly. He heard her muffled cries transform into moans and he actually smiled. He fucking smiled. She felt so good he wanted to give in and cum but he'd thought of having her like this so often after tasting her that he wanted it to last. He was a bastard. Would probably be going to jail if he didn't put his fucking gun to his head when this was over but for now...now he was going to fuck his daughter until her pussy swelled from soreness around his dick. Then he'd turn her over and fuck her more. She was cumming. He could tell because her pussy was gripping his cock so fucking tightly that he thought she was cutting off his blood supply. Her cunt was begging his dick for his cum but he resisted. "That's it Hope baby. Work my cock, take it all. Cum for me sweetheart." She screamed her release. He caressed her cheek with his. "Ride it out baby." "I can't take any more daddy. It's too big, feels too good. Oh God again...I'm cumming," she screamed. The orgasm rolled over her, chocking his dick again. He gritted his teeth. God her pussy felt like heaven and damned if he wouldn't have hell to pay after this. "I could live inside your pussy Hope." He moaned and cursed with every breath with every pump. Panting, he raised his head and looked down at her. Her hair was wet from perspiration and plastered to her face. Her skin was pink and she was moaning and writhing under him. "You're so fucking beautiful. I love you sweetheart." He pumped faster. Her pussy was squeezing his cock with no mercy. His head spinning and there were sounds coming from him that he'd never heard before. "Do you love me baby? Do you love daddy?" "I love you daddy," she screamed as she orgasm again. "F...u...c...k," he yelled as he spilled inside her. Her walls tightened around his cock, milking him of all his hot seed. His body jerked several time before he collapsed on her. After his cock was squeezed empty he rolled off of her, lying on his back. He wished something nice could come out of his mouth right now, something that would explain what he just done, some excuse but there was no use. He'd fucked his daughter. His cum was in her tiny wet ex-virginal pussy, and God help him he wanted to fuck her again. So he said nothing. He pulled her sexy, naked, nubile body to him and kissed her mouth. When she opened her mouth for his tongue to enter his pride swelled and he moaned with pleasure against her lips. They lay face to face, both saying nothing, just looking into each other's eyes. His good hand roamed over her curvy ass and between her thighs. He pulled her leg that was on top over his hip and pressed his chest to hers. Her marshmallow breast smashed against his hard muscular chest felt so good, so right. He moved his hand up her leg and found the wetness he was searching for. He shivered when his fingers found the cream he'd pumped into her. He moved his fingers gently through her slit and pushed them inside her pussy. She stifled a moan against his mouth. "You like that Hope? Did you like my big cock inside you?" "Uh huh," she panted and kissed him. Mike broke the kiss and rolled her over on her side so that her ass was to his hardening cock. "Good," he said lifting her top leg up. He gripped his thickness and in one swift move, split her lips with the head of his dick and pumped, burying himself inside her again. Hope yelled a curse; apparently his twelve inch thick monster dick hadn't done much to stretch her impossibly tight pussy before. It fucking excited him. "Because I love my big cock inside you," he hissed in her ear. He starting pumping and she began to scream her pleasure. Chapter Five Hope knocked on the door again and still there was no answer. She'd been knocking for thirty minutes now. Maybe she shouldn't have left his bed last night. She should have stayed with him. After fucking her four wonderful toe curling times, he pulled out of her. Eventually he turned on his side and fell to sleep. She'd tried holding him but he tensed. She could do nothing but lay next to him, in silence, until he fell asleep. When he dozed off, she wobbled to her room and jumped in the shower. Thinking back now, she could have used his but all her things were in her room. Plus she wanted to brush her teeth and comb her hair and get dressed. He got up and locked to the door when she'd left, both doors. She went to her room cuddle up with her pillow and thought about how sad her father was but didn't regret what happened one bit. It had been the most wonderful, gift he could have given her. Well, he didn't give it willingly but potatoes, po-ta-toes. Now she sat on the other side of the door, banging away. "I'm leaving for work," she called. "Do you need me to stay home with you?" "No...no," he yelled. His voice sounded all wrong. For the first time since fucking him, she felt sad. "Oh..K. I...I have to stay late today so...yeah." Hope grabbed her over the shoulder bag and took off down the hallway. When she got outside she called Devin. Mike lay in his bed on his side, to distress to move. As he ran his hand over the stain that had been his daughter's virginity he looked over. On the pillow next to him was his police issued firearm. His hand was around the butt of the gun and his finger rest on the trigger. He'd gotten up last night when he realized Hope wasn't next to him anymore. When it hit him that he actually missed the warmth of her body being tucked into his, his shame was too much. How could he miss the feel of her body, ached to be inside her still after taking her repeatedly last night, yearned to kiss her pouty lips and feel her smooth young flesh under his? He flipped the safety latch on his gun, raised it to his head and applied pressure to the trigger. His bedroom door exploded off its hinges, causing him to look up. "What the fuck," Devin yelled as he leapt across the room. When Mike saw it was Devin, he tried to put the gun in his mouth but Devin grabbed his wrist and twisted. "I have to do this," he cried, "let me do this." Once Devin wrestled the gun out of his hand, Mike watched as he threw it across the room, out of his reach. "Are you insane? What the fuck," Devin gathered him in his lap and held him. Devin shook like a leaf over him, as he rocked, holding him tight. "What the fuck is going on Mike." He wanted to die. Maybe if he told Devin what he did, he would allow it...Fuck he might even assist. Mike knew something about Devin that Devin guarded well. Devin was head over heels in love with Hope and had been from probably the moment he'd brought the kid to his house the first time. It was a week after Devin killed his father that Mike picked him up from the hospital. On the way to Devin house he made a detour to his house. Devin wanted to wait in the car until he saw Hope standing in the doorway. She waved and Devin's eyes lit with...well with hope. He still looked at her in that way and not with lust like the rest of the pricks he knew...not like what drove his actions last night. It was the real thing. Devin would never admit it, who would admit to falling in love with a friend's daughter but he was and Mike knew it. Mike pushed out of Devin's hold and lay back on his pillow with his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Why would you want to kill yourself," Devin asked? "I fucked Hope Devin." Mike gave Devin time to let what he said sink in. After several minutes of silence Mike half expected to turn to look at Devin only to see a gun in his face. But what he saw made him want to not only shoot himself in the head, but slit his own throat, burn himself at the stake, and tie his corpse to four horses to run in all four directions. Devin, who didn't shed a tear after stabbing and killing his father at fourteen, who lost his mother to a drug overdose three years later, was actually crying. Mike stood. It took awhile to get to his feet but when he did he went for his gun. Two steps more and he could end his miserable life. He extended his cast leg so he could fall to his knee and reached for his gun but before he could get his fingers on it Devin barreled into him, knocking him back. Devin rolled off him and set his back against the end of the bed and Mike lay flat out on the floor in front of him. "Tell me how it happened. I know you didn't...rape...her," Devin choke on his words. It took less than an hour to explain to Devin what happened last night. Devin was a cop and because of this, he wasn't accepting a summary. He wanted details and Mike gave them willingly. "Did you know she was a fucking virgin, because I didn't? Let me do this Devin. She's like a drug man." "So you think putting a bullet in your head will make her happy, after last night. She sucked your dick. She seduced you. Yeah, you could have tried harder to stop her but who are you fucking kidding. Hope is beautiful, sexy and every man that sees her walks away with a hard on. Taboo shit turns on the most conservative people in this world. Yeah, you couldn't resist fucking your daughter who splayed her shit in your face. You fell. It ain't worth your life." Mike cursed. "Don't you get it Devin? I didn't just fuck her once. I fucked her repeatedly. When she was sucking my cock, when I was inside her, I have never been so happy in my life. Having her naked and wanting me was so unbelievable. I loved it. I made love to her Devin...talked to her while I was fucking her, when I came inside her. I fucking came inside her. I wanted her to feel my seed. I wanted to see it drain from her. "Do you know I've never cum inside anyone before? Not even her mother. I pulled out but I guess it wasn't fast enough." He cock hardened and he cursed. "I can't even fucking talk about her without getting fucking hard. You know why I locked her out. I locked her out because I want to keep her from going to that piece of shit part time job so I could dig into her pussy again. I want her in my bed every night. I can't resist her because I love her and I love fucking her." Devin didn't respond to his confession. "Say something." Devin looked at him. His pain and frustration visible for the first time since Mike have known him. "You're in love with her Mike. You probably have been for sometime if you think about it. Living here together...date night...movie night...Hope hasn't been your daughter in a long time. Both of you see each other as a possible mate because you've been living like a couple only a couple without sex. You've been using Cheri for that." Mike thought about it and it was true. Cheri and his other relationships were based on sex and nothing more. He didn't take her out on dates, never had her over for dinner. She came over, he screwed her and she left. Cheri never even spent the night. He reached for his gun. This time Devin punched him square in the jaw, rocking his head to the side. "Give me my fucking gun. I have to end this. I'm going crazy. You'll take care of her. You tell her this was my fault. Help her get through it." "I won't let you hurt yourself. My father's gone, my mother too and I can't lose you. See, you made me love you when you stuck your fucking nose in my life. So you can't leave me now...or Hope. I'm betting she would be more fucked up if you kill yourself. So it ain't gonna happen. She...she means a lot to me and I won't see her hurting if I can help it. You fucked up, so now live with it." Mike sat up. He was in love with his daughter. "Then she goes away and I die a slow painful death of being without her." Devin was on him before he could blink, grabbing him by the throat and squeezing. He wished Devin would kill him. "I won't see her hurting." Devin realized he was struggling for breath, so he slowly let go. "So, this is going to sound fucked up but...you need to shake this shit off. Hope wants to stay here with you and you won't send her away. I'll never forgive you if you send her away. You've been... like a father but the way I feel about her is, well her happiness trumps yours. What happened will be our dirty little family secret." Chapter Six It took her father several days to come out of his room when she was home. Even then he said little to her. He did everything outside his room before she came home. And now that his casts were off, she hardly saw him anymore. Tonight would be the first night they would be alone since that wonderful night. Pattie didn't get the part in that movie so she came back two days after and stayed until yesterday. Devin stopped by often, since that morning when she'd called him. She wondered if he knew. If he did he didn't act like it. That night after her father fucked her Devin slipped him a valium, waited for him to fall asleep then he sat and watched movies with her until the she left for work the next day. It was nice hanging out with him again. "Hope...did you hear what I said?" Hope cleared her throat. She'd forgotten Erica was even here, "no...sorry." She pulled her pink sock over her foot then pulled a green one over the other. "I said, do you think that's why your dad put you on birth control when you came on your period. You think he wanted to have sex with you then?" Erica was sprawled across her bed with her head resting on one of her hands. "No, don't be stupid. I was the aggressor." "Yeah but he didn't stop you. If he didn't want you then, he must have started noticing you pretty recently," Erica said with a quizzical look. "Probably," she scrunched her nose. Maybe it was when he started making a big deal about what she wore. "You think he's noticed me." Erica asked? Hope frowned now as she looked at her best friend. When Erica didn't smile she gasped, "You're serious aren't you?" "Yeah...are you mad," Erica winced. Hope thought about how she felt about her father being with Erica the way he was with her. "I don't know Erica. I think....," she paused." Erica sat up, "what?" Hope covered her face with her hands. "Promise you won't laugh." Erica concerned now, shook her head. "I'm in love with him. I know, I know, it sounds stupid." After several minutes of silence Erica asked, "I don't think that's a good idea Hope. I mean, how do you think your father's going to handle that? All jokes aside, he barely looks at you and what about Josh?"