18 comments/ 68035 views/ 74 favorites In Suburbia By: KnottLynnHardey Oliver crept into the backyard without making a sound, expert in scanning for objects that would make noise. He wore night vision goggles he'd purchased from a pawn shop and he scanned for anything he could steal. Oliver made his living fencing backyard detritus; lawn chairs, tools, bar-b-ques, anything of value that he could carry to his van idling in the alley. Suburbia was his savannah and he was a hyena snatching his daily meal from beneath the roving eyes of bigger predators. It hadn't been his plan to be a thief, but when his job had been sent overseas his options had quickly run out. Oliver was forty five; he'd had a great wife until her slow, agonizing and expensive death from cancer last year. That left him raising his two daughters, who he had every intention of putting through college no matter what. There was no way he was letting his home and his daughters' futures disappear. He wasn't going to allow self-pity or a sense of failure ruin his children's lives. They were a team; they would do anything for each other. That meant scrounging from those who had so much they couldn't be bothered to put it away at night. At least that was how Oliver justified it in his rather conflicted heart. He made the moral dilemma of it easier by saying it was for the girls. His angels. Brie, the elder girl, was supposed to e going to college any day, but he was too in debt to pull it off. She was working two part time jobs to save up, and he was doing this business to support the three of them. Lainey was still in high school, and even she worked a part time job. His girls understood that he had to pay for mom's treatment before he could pay for their education. Brie had stepped up incredibly when Marie had gotten sick. By the time her Mother was dead Brie was essentially the woman of the house, doing, not only some chores, but helping earn money and run the finances that her Father was not as qualified to do. Brie was smart; she was going to be a business major when she got into school. The pride Oliver felt for his amazing daughter helped him withstand the mental torment he experienced stealing from others who may well be in similar situations to him. None of their neighbors had any clue how he earned his money. He lived in a nice area just outside the downtown core in a house he had owned for twelve years. Everyone around had been amazingly sympathetic when Marie died, but he couldn't beg for money from them. They weren't family. So he was here in this backyard, in a neighborhood far from his own, searching for anything he knew he could fence for cash. Just as he spied a huge water hose for watering this massive yard he heard the backdoor open. Oliver froze. He wore all black and his face was mostly covered by the night vision goggles so he felt confident that he wouldn't be noticed. He closed his eyes in case the yard light came on and he waited to see if he was spotted. No scream or snarl emerged so Oliver opened one eye a slit to see if there was a light on. The area was dark and a figure walked to the rear of the yard carrying what could only be a bag of garbage. Oliver opened his eyes fully and saw a man in a robe walking carefully along the sidewalk on the far side of the yard. He seemed around Oliver's age, mid to late forties, he was well built and Oliver wasn't sure if he would win in a fight if it came to that. The man had no shoes on but slippers that he was shuffling so as to keep on his feet. Oliver allowed himself to move into a crouch as the man passed ten feet from where he was. Then, as the man moved deeper into the yard, Oliver scooted as quietly as possible over to a pair of trees that partially hid a playhouse. Creeping behind it Oliver took cover, peering at the man through windows in the half sized little building. Just as the man finished putting the garbage into the can someone else came out of the house. A young woman in her late teens tip-toed out onto the grass and whispered, "Daddy?" "Here, sweetie." He replied in a normal voice. "Daddy I need to talk to you in secret. Come over here." She padded over to the little house and darted inside, followed by her father, as Oliver ducked out of view. Listening, with his heart beating loudly, Oliver wondered why they had to have this conversation right here, right now? "Dad? I need some advice. Or help... or both." She was still whispering but Oliver was able hear over his thumping chest. "Of course, but why here, why now? It's late you should be asleep. Your flight is early." "I can't sleep. I'm too nervous and excited. I can't stop thinking about how much I'm going to miss you. And mom. But... you." "I know babe. I'm pretty messed up too. I didn't have any idea it would be so hard to let you go off into the world. I'm really proud of you, and I know you can handle things... but I just wish I could be there to look out for you, y'know." "I wish you could to. I'm scared of not feeling safe anymore. I'm used to knowing you are there to protect me. " "Then be smart. Don't get into situations that you won't feel safe." "Okay." There was a moment of silence that stretched on for a while. Oliver felt hot and trapped, hidden so close to this odd conversation. Brie was so capable and self-reliant Oliver couldn't imagine having this conversation with her. "Dad?" "What's up?" "I'm scared of something." "What's that?" "I want to tell you, but I kind of know you aren't going to like this conversation." "Why?" "I've noticed how weird you get whenever Mom and I talk about sex." The man made a tight sound almost like a growl. "See." "Well jeez. I don't think its right... a man talking to his daughter about sex." "So who else am I supposed to ask? A stranger?" "Your Mother." "I can't ask her this." "Why not?" His voice was getting louder. "Only a man would know." Her father heaved a huge sigh and Oliver felt empathy for him. This sounded like it would be awkward. "Okay. I'll try. What is it?" "Okay. Now be serious. I'm really worried about something. This is really important to me. Okay?" The girl sounded close to tears so Oliver was relieved to hear her father say, "Okay." "I hear all the guys and girls at school, and other places, talking about one thing over and over. Everyone seems to know how to do this, how to make it good and how men like it, but I have no clue. I'm still a virgin Daddy." She sounded distraught. "Oh baby. That's fine. You don't have to be ready for sex." "I am though. I want it so bad. Daddy I think about it all the time. I want to do it and I want to be good at it. How do I give a blow job? I don't understand. I can't see really well in videos. What is the tongue doing? How much suction? God it seems so complex." Imagining her father's face, Oliver had to hold back from laughing out loud. This was insane. What the hell was going on in that girls head talking to her father like this? But Oliver didn't expect what the father then said. "Baby. It's easy. You don't need to stress about it at all. If the boy is inexperienced then he won't know what he likes either. He will be used to what his hand feels like not a mouth. Meaning you can experiment and find out together. And if the guy is experienced he will tell you what he likes if you simply ask." "How can I experiment? What does it feel like? What does it feel like for a boy?" "Baby, it feels very good with little effort from a woman... Just knowing that you are willing to try will make a guy enjoy himself. Imagine it happening to you?" "Oh no. I don't want that to happen to me." "What? You don't want a guy going down on you? Why not?" "I'm too embarrassed." "Of what? It feels great, it's nice to do. That's the point. It's meant to feel good. Don't put so much pressure on this stuff. It's all pretty ridiculous and weird when all is said and done." "It feels like a big deal." "Well, it is and it isn't." He sighed once more, but Oliver noted that the girl's father was far calmer about this sex talk than he himself would have been. Giving a daughter advice on oral sex seemed beyond Oliver's ability. "Baby, sex, all sex, is just an outward sign of a deeper connection. If you can't talk to a lover about what you like and what he likes then you shouldn't be with them, you aren't comfortable enough. How could you be willing to use your mouth on a man but be unwilling to use it to talk?" 'Huh." She grunted. "I hadn't thought of it like that." "Sure, because you haven't found a boy you connect with enough." "Be real Dad. You don't think I'll ever be ready. You think I'm a child." "Well... you're my child." "Yeah, but I'm not a child. I'm a woman. Except I'm going off to college a virgin who knows nothing about sex." "I'm sorry baby. I wish you felt differently about all this. It really isn't as big a deal as you are making it out. Sex is natural. Stupid people have it; I think you can figure it out." "If I weren't your daughter what would you advise me?" "Huh." That was a curve ball the father hadn't thought of. "I suppose I would say pick a guy you felt safe with and tell him you'd like to fool around and figure out some stuff. Or... I don't know. I can't forget you are my little girl." "Okay then, don't forget, but be objective. Tell me. Do you think I'm pretty?" "Of course." "I mean really. Would you be attracted to me?" "Baby..." He warned. "Just play the game." "Well, I am biased because you look like your mother, whom I love. But yes. You are. You have a gorgeous face, and an attractive body." "Really?" "Yup. Your booty is like your mom's. I love her ass." "What about my breasts?" Oliver heard some rustling cloth and a profound silence on the other side of the wall. Suddenly he wanted very much to peek over the edge of the window. "Kendall." The father whispered so softly that Oliver almost missed the name. "Please stop." "Daddy. I need you to look at me. I need you to see that I'm a woman. Not just your little girl." More cloth rustled and Oliver did peek, He carefully lifted his head until one lens of his goggles was able to show him the inside of the play house. The girl, Kendall, was standing naked before her father, in profile to Oliver, whatever had been under her robe was now on the floor. The girl was beautiful. Her skin showed pale green in his goggles, but her form was exquisite. Full breasts stood up proudly from her chest, her flat belly tight with apprehension. Her legs and arms were long and thin and her firm buttocks were full and lush. Oliver found his cock sliding erect within his pants. The father sat immobile gazing at his daughter with an anguished look, seemingly unable to look away, much as Oliver felt. "Well." She whispered, her voice small with insecurity. "Baby. This is wrong." "You tell me all the time how much you love me. You always say I'm your favorite girl. Prove it. Prove that you love me. Give me the thing I want most in the world. I want my daddy, the man I trust the most, to help me be a good lover to whomever I choose. I choose you. I give myself to you Daddy. Show me how to make you happy." Kendall dropped to her knees and tried to open her father's robe. "Show me. Prove to me that you don't find me sexy. If your cock is soft I'll put on my clothes and leave. But if it's hard then I want it. It's mine; I made it hard so I get to have it." The girl's father groaned as she fumbled with his robe and Oliver rose higher so he could see with both eyes. With the benefit of night vision he saw the young woman reveal a throbbing hard between her Dad's legs. They both sighed identical sighs as she put her hand around the shaft and began to jack off her own father. "Does this feel good Daddy?" she whispered and Oliver felt his own cock spasm as she spoke those erotic and intimate words. "Yes." "Tel me what you like Daddy?" She whispered so softly that Oliver had to strain to hear. "Hold me looser, Kendal. Let your skin slide over mine gently." His hand went to hers and guided her touch. "Yes, just like that. It's very sensitive." "I like how it feels, Daddy. I like the ways the skins moves. And it's so hot to touch." Oliver was stunned. In the last year of back yard pillaging he had encountered nothing like this. He was witnessing a moment of incest right before his eyes. And it was the sexiest thing he had ever encountered. Kendall lowered her mouth over her father's penis and began to suck. He whispered instructions to his daughter on how to make it feel the best and she obeyed so well that in a few minutes he began to cum. "I'm going to cum baby, you'd better stop." "No. I want to taste it. I want to know what it's like. I want you to love it." "Oh fuck." The older man began to shoot into her eager mouth and Oliver felt his own cock pulse with need. The girl knelt before her Dad and swallowed his load while jacking him into her mouth over and over. Her lover, her father, held her head gently as he poured his seed into his child's mouth. It was vulgar and immoral and Oliver couldn't take his eyes off the spectacle. Then the man took in a huge breath and pushed her head from his knob. "It gets really sensitive right after, baby. So you need to stop." Audibly swallowing her father's sperm, Kendall sat back and giggled. "That was cool." They shared a laugh that Oliver had to marvel at. "I loved the way it felt in my mouth, so slippery and hot. It didn't taste too bad either." "It felt wonderful. Thank you." "No thank you Daddy. You're right. It's pretty easy. Now, let's go inside and make love." "Kendal." "Look we've come this far and I'm not going to take no for an answer. I'm not leaving home without having you. I want you Daddy and I know you want me. I see the way you look at me. Come on, this is our last chance before I go." She stood up, grabbed her clothes and stepped into the yard naked. It was two in the morning and no one was around but Oliver wondered at her bravery. She skipped across the yard, nude, while her father scrambled to follow, tucking his penis away. The two of them went inside and Oliver sat stunned, feeling the throb of his erection, uncomfortable in his pants. His mind swirled with confusion as he reviewed what he had just seen. The girl had been very attractive, but his arousal was more about the situation. Incest was the great taboo and Oliver was not pleased by how inciting it had been to watch. Sex had been a distant memory for a while, his sex drive non-existent as Marie had been dying, and most of the time since. It felt awful to be so turned on by something so vile. Oliver walked out of the yard, numbly grabbing the hose on the way, mulling over his emotions as he drove home numb and confused. That scene was the worst betrayal a father could commit on his daughter. And yet... it had been her request. Her desire. And she seemed so happy. Could that be real? Were they lovers role-playing? No. they had been so similar, they had so many mannerisms in common. Those two were certainly father and daughter. And it had seemed so loving and compassionate between them. When Oliver got home he went straight to bed, much earlier than usual, his "work" usually keeping him out until much later. Lying in his lonely bed he replayed the blowjob over and over while his hand did what he had dared not do at the time. He masturbated, his lust powerful and deep. Feeling this level of arousal was a total relief. Oliver hadn't even noticed the last time he had gotten an erection. His libido had died with his wife. The images in his memory were indistinct already and Kendall's vaguely seen face was now evaporating in his memory, but happily it was replaced by Marie's. Jacking off, he watched his wife blow that stranger in the play house, but he tried to make it himself. Slowly he shifted the view of the blowjob to be Marie giving him one in the little play house. Pleasure bloomed and Oliver felt his orgasm coming on. Then it continued hovering, just out of reach, unwilling to arrive and give him much needed release, Oliver felt frustration. His brain skittered around unfocused, seeing the girl Kendal's body, firm and ripe in youth. Now it was Marie, gorgeous and known. Then it was Brie, his eldest daughter, young and eager. His hand moved faster and his climax surged down the length of his cock. In a fraction of a second Oliver went from unable to cum to spurting his desire all over his belly as he imagined his own precious daughter sucking his cock in the play house. Every detail was crystal clear because Brie was so similar to Marie. Over and over his cock throbbed with pleasure as he spilled gouts of cum, visualizing his own daughter begging to taste his sperm, like Kendal had her father. This orgasm was sordid, riddled with guilt and far more satisfying than any he'd had in years. Gasping in aftershock Oliver lay spattered with his jism, the fantasy continuing to roll as he pictured his sweet, intelligent little girl slurping the sperm from his belly. Of its own accord his hand continued stroking his shaft, which ached from its continuing hardness. Now Oliver's dirty mind fingered many tiny memories he hadn't known it had been storing up. Images of Brie in her bathing suit this summer, tanning on one of her rare afternoon's off. Seeing her in her housecoat, hints of her body flashing, as the loose cloth fell open revealing her breasts, or her bald pussy. Living in such close quarters with others meant invariably one caught glimpses of them partially dressed. But Oliver hadn't realized his brain had been storing those flashes in his spank bank. He had locked the ones of Brie away, never to be utilized, but he was spanking and reviewing every image of his daughter's body his mind found erotic. There were far more than he knew. Memories of her bum as she bent over in tight jeans. Memories of her cleavage in her prom dress a few months ago. Her bare back as she pulled off a sweater, her flat, smooth stomach as her shirt lifted while lounging on the couch. Over and over his brain spit out flash after flash of Brie's sexy body as she lived her life in tight quarters with him. He had seen every part of her body in the last few months, far more than usual, and his agile mind compiled them into a composite portrait of her body, nude before him, sucking his cock. For the second time in minutes Oliver spilled his seed onto his own belly, imaging it flowing into his daughter's mouth. The climax was powerful and profound, the illicit guilt impelling his pleasure beyond anything he had felt in years. When he had cleaned himself up, the guilt forced him to dive deep into sleep as soon as possible to avoid considering what he had just done. The next day, when he woke up in the early afternoon He had forgotten about his masturbatory fantasies. Alone in the house he ate, showered and then went out to his van to review what he had to sell today. Looking at the hose from the abruptly-ended night before reminded Oliver of the father and daughter incest he had witnessed the night before. Immediately on the heels of that thought he recalled how he had abused his own daughter in his mind. Violently Oliver reminded himself that it was just a momentary thought, that he wouldn't do something like that with either of his girls. Oliver redirected his mind to the task at hand; providing for those same girls. The afternoon was spent driving to various pawn shops and special dealers in stolen goods he had acquired during his illicit travels this last year. As he gathered the money for his stolen goods his subconscious intermittently spliced images of Brie in sexual situations into the film running in his mind's eye. In Suburbia Flinching from his memories, Oliver tried to avoid thinking of Brie that way. Yet some kind of filter had been removed and over and over he saw Brie as a sexual being, enticing him with everyday activities. Always close, Brie and Oliver had shared a special intimacy that Marie and Lainey had often joked about. One habit they had shared was watching TV. When they watched a show together Oliver and Brie usually sat together on the couch with Brie laying her thighs or her head on his lap. It was an extension of how she had used to sit on his lap until she grew too big. Now his brain attempted to reset these innocent moments as a sexual come on by his pretty daughter. Oliver denied his own suddenly clearer memory of specific instants he had ignored at the time. Brie had never used her feet to stroke his cock. Had she? Certainly she couldn't have purposely rubbed her face on the bulge in his jeans while watching a sit com. Could she? Somehow the events of last night had shifted Oliver's perception of his own daughter into the sexual realm. Many casual encounters with his child in the course of the last year suddenly seemed entirely different. By the time Oliver got home around five he was frustrated, horny and feeling terrible about himself. To make matters worse Brie was home. She was wearing jean shorts that rode farther up her buttocks than he had seen her wear before, and her t-shirt was small, showing him her soft, flat tummy and making him ache to touch her. "Hi, dad." She smiled at him. His own smile was tight and false as he nodded back, not trusting his voice at the moment. Brie wasn't wearing a bra; she rarely did, her perky A cup breasts not needing one. But now the nipples poking out at him were no longer simply part of his daughter's anatomy, today they were a blatant sexual invitation asking him to suckle them. "Are you okay?" "Oh, yeah." He tore his gaze from her breasts. Making eye contact he scanned to see if she had caught him. Her face showed only worry for him, no horror or embarrassment. He continued to answer her question. "Sorry baby. I'm not feeling myself." He flinched as he said 'baby'. That was what the man last night had said; it was not how Oliver addressed Brie. "Well, 'baby', let me help. I'm making supper, are you hungry?" Brie grinned at him when she repeated baby, and he felt his heart skip a beat in guilt. Did she know he was thinking of her sexually? Had she caught him staring at her breasts? Part of him screamed at himself to stop even as his eyes darted downward to look at the way they pressed the thin material of the t-shirt. "I don't have much of an appetite." "Oh no." Brie stepped toward him and pressed her warm, soft hand to his forehead, then cupped his stubbled cheek. "You don't feel too hot." Oliver closed his eyes and savored the feel of a woman's hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see Brie gazing into his eyes with a look of love that mirrored her mother profoundly. The look of concern put a tiny wrinkle between her eyes that he recognized from his own face. The intimacy of that shared crease thrummed along his nerves. The hand cupping his cheek lifted to his hair and stroked little fingers through his tussled curls intimately. Her eyes traveled up to his thick brown hair with its hints of gray. Compassion and empathy were in ever line of her face. "Maybe you should call in sick. You deserve a night off for once." He had never told her of his job loss. Why involve her in his crime? Brie stroked his hair into place as adoringly as any bride, and the bond of love connecting them twisted within the insidious grip of the new perversion that had leaked into his soul. Oliver loved Brie and knew she loved him. Could they share something as special and enticing as he had witnessed between that father and daughter last night? Could he in fact take his own daughter as his lover? "What is it?" Brie asked him, her voice quiet, barely crossing the two feet separating them. "I feel a little dizzy." He whispered. Taking his hand Brie led him to the living room and guided him gently to the sofa. Sitting him down she said, "Wait here. Relax. I'll get you some tea." Suddenly his little girl was mothering him. Brie had been doing this since she was tiny, playing house and making Daddy be her husband. She never seemed to outgrow the love of taking care of him. Today if felt wrong accepting her ministrations. There was no dissuading her though, he'd learned long ago. Brie took far too much pleasure in taking care of him. She made tea, brought him some acetaminophen and gave him the TV remote. "I'll call in for you." "I can do it. Thank you sweetie. Go ahead, finish your supper and I'll call. I'll be fine." Brie left him in the living room reluctantly and Oliver pretended to call his old boss and tell him he couldn't come in. The lie bothered him, but not as much as his eagerness to stay home tonight with Brie. It didn't take long for him to relax however. Brie and he had always been extremely comfortable with each other. They were friends, as much as father and daughter. They were soon laughing and sharing stories. Long before Oliver had learned how to weave his experiences scrounging through backyards into stories that involved imaginary people at his old job. So naturally he began to tell the story of the father and daughter he's witnessed. In this telling the father was a boss and the daughter a secretary. Oliver had been sneaking around to get some of the good coffee that the executives at the factory got that the lower level employees didn't. Hiding behind a partition in the break room, he listened while the secretary seduced the boss. She told him how awkward she was a giving oral sex and asked for advice. It was a flimsy excuse for sex, he acknowledged "... but it worked. Before I knew it she was going down on him." "Oh my god!" Brie said, aghast. She was curled up on the other end of the couch their legs tangled together while they both sipped tea and gossiped. "Could you see?" "Actually yes. I could see through a slit between the two partitions that surrounded the coffee station." He made up. "I saw her strip first...that's why I was watching." He grinned sheepishly. "Good for you!" Brie enthused. Then she nudged him with her leg, her bare thigh pressing to his calf. "It's about time you showed some interest in sex." That statement took away Oliver's breath and he gaped at his daughter. "Don't look at me like that. I have every right to want you to be happy. I wish you would just get laid already. Mom wouldn't want you moping around here all the time." "Am I moping?" He reviewed his behavior and knew he had been. Brie's arch look told him her opinion of that question. "Okay. I have been. I'm not happy at work and I can't afford to leave the job." "Then that's even more reason you should go out and have fun sometimes. Seriously you need to get laid." "Stop saying that, please." "But it's obvious. I can tell you haven't had any sex drive for... ever... but if you watched those two having sex I bet that kicked started things. That would get me going. What else did you see?" Impulsively Oliver continued telling the story, partly to get off the topic of his sex drive, but also because he was responding naturally to the arousal he saw in Brie. He knew her mother far too well not to recognize these signals. Brie's pale blue eyes were dark with a wider pupil than normal and she was squirming in her seat, just like Marie when she got horny. As he described the events, being slightly more detailed than he would have with anyone else, Oliver saw more signs of Brie's arousal. After twenty three years reading these same signals in his wife, Oliver was stoking the fires, partly out of habit and also a profound curiosity to see how similar the two women actually were. Oliver began to flirt with his daughter the same way he would with his wife. He called her pet names. Where he once called his wife Lady, he called his daughter Princess, but in every other way he worked his child the way he had inflamed his wife for many years. Soon he was tickling her, and then stroking her neck gently while they rested, weak from laughter. Her neck was as sensitive as her mother's and Brie cooed with delight as his fingers gently stroked along the lines of muscle in her long thin neck. Telling her stories of silly scraps he had been in as a youth he carefully bragged about his recklessness. Her mother had adored those stories, always reacting by squeezing his muscles or pushing him away when he did something particularly brave or stupid. With Brie it went much the same, but her pushes were tiny, pretend punches. Her little hands did find as many ways as possible to feel the muscles of his arms and legs. Soon she was sitting in his lap like when she was a small girl, but now his erection threatened to poke her and he had to do some quick adjustments as she squirmed around to engage him as they talked in a deeper more adult way that ever before. They spoke as equals. Then eventually they curled up with each other, her in his arms as the little spoon, her bum tucked into his groin snugly. Oliver began to ask all about the ins and outs of her life. Her mother had loved regaling him with funny stories of her day. Brie was much the same, always had been, but in this context he behaved more supportively, as a confidant not an adviser. More like a lover than father. It was the same reaction as with Marie. Brie's body softened against him, her body utterly relaxed and molded to his. With tiny little wriggles of her hips she pressed back more and more, her buttocks almost imperceptibly massaging his cock. It was hypnotizing how much this felt like having Marie back, and young once again. Everything was the same, except the laugh. Brie's laugh was much more like his own, her humor even more aligned to his than Marie's ever was. Abruptly Brie spoke, facing down into his arm, her lips brushing the inside of his bicep. "Do you miss Mom?" It were as though she could read his thoughts. "Very much." "Me too." Oliver squeezed her tight to him wishing there were words enough to sooth the loss they shared. "You have been the best daughter I could imagine through all of this, Princess. I love you. And I am so proud of you. Thank you for all your help." "Of course, Daddy. We're a team, right? I would do anything for you. I love you." As she spoke she snuggled back into him, her whole body writhing along his, rubbing him and adjusting her position. Suddenly he realized that his erection was wedged deeply into the groove of her buttocks and her bra-less breast was pressed into the palm of his hand under her body. Instantly Oliver was back in college, frozen as he realized that somehow he was accidentally coping a feel of Marie's pert breast. Was his daughter using the same tactic? That night had been the first night Marie and he had made love. Utterly still, not even breathing in this prolonged moment Oliver allowed his palm to accept the pressure of her breast. He memorized the feel of this particular breast. Brie was smaller than her mother, but firmer. Perhaps this is what Marie was like before two children. He couldn't recall anymore. The aching sweetness of beginning to know a woman's body washed over him. Confidence followed this wash of pleasure. This is how it always was with him. The moment he was sure a woman wanted him he felt totally in charge and assured. Even if she said "No" at this point he knew that Brie wanted him. It was in every inch of her body, the smell in the air, the vibration of her voice. This woman was totally aroused and he had done it. Now, would he do anything about it? "I trust you Daddy. More than any man." She took a deep breath, her breast filling his palm, her nipple hard and pressed into his hand. His fingers gently curled around and pressed the meat of her offered flesh. Then they both went still, frozen by the enormity of this thing between them. After a sustained moment where they both absorbed the feel of each other in this overtly sexual context, Brie took a few deep breathes. The rise and fall of her breast in his palm incited him further and he began to grope the tender mound of flesh instinctively. Moaning, Brie thrust her ass hard against his cock and ground herself back against him. The flood gates now opened, Oliver turned her head with his free hand and they began to kiss passionately, like two people unleashed after a prolonged torment neither had known had been assailing them. Oliver kissed his daughter like he knew her mouth better than she did. When Brie tried to dig her tongue deeply into his mouth he pulled back a bit and teased her with little licks and twirls. Instantly she groaned a sexual moan of frustration. He knew that sound. It had always been Marie's way of telling him he was right about what she wanted and she was both pleased and resentful of his knowledge. 'This is almost too easy'. he thought. But it felt amazing. There were so many emotions overlaying this encounter. Foremost the release of being in a woman's arms was the strongest and most profound. Brie had been right. He had needed to get laid. Next most powerful was the familiarity of the physical feelings. This wasn't the partner he had been making love to for the last twenty years, but Brie felt just like his long ago memories of Marie as a young woman. It excited a primal, possessive sensation in him. Oliver had been proud of being worthy of Marie. That sensation was doubled by this being his beautiful daughter. And then there was the taboo thrill of it all. Like a sharp stab of lust spiking through everything else was this forbidden elation he felt being with not only a young women but his own flesh and blood. It was a direct conduit from his penis to something deep and primitive in his brain and it felt amazing. With both hands he groped the sleight breasts of his little girl. He began to kiss her neck in a familiar and gratifying way. The taste was new but the reaction and the sensations were the same. So similar and so unique, his daughter excited him like no woman ever before. Brie was breathing very rapidly and sighing little gasps of delight as his mouth moved expertly around her neck and then to her ears. When his lips enclosed her earlobe she arched her back with delight and he felt her cheek press to his in a broad grin. Inspired, Oliver moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her deeply while his hands slipped under her t-shirt and began to knead the warm, smooth skin of her bare breasts. Oliver gloried in the softness of her body; the perfection of her skin under his palm was exquisite. Moving his mouth he lifted her shirt over her head, Brie helping. Then she lay back and looked up at him hopefully, she was so trusting that his heart swelled with pride. Then, with aching reverence Oliver lowered his mouth to his daughter's nipple and began to suckle. Licking the hard point of flesh, he did his very best to give Brie pleasure. While his lips and tongue worshiped her tiny point of flesh his hands roamed over her skin and massaged the pliant meat of her breasts. Marie had loved it when he did this and Brie appeared to be no different. As his daughter squirmed with delight, Oliver moved his mouth from one breast to the other, devouring the soft skin and tasting the sweetness that was her flavour. Her skin reminded him of when she was a baby, but now the context was far more salacious. His little girl was an adult. Long moments he indulged himself and worshiped her breasts, glorying in the youthful suppleness of her flesh. Then as Brie's squirming began to abate somewhat he knew she was craving change. Lifting up Oliver once more began to kiss his daughter, her mouth eager and passionate as she returned his kisses. It was time to go farther. As he kissed her ravenous mouth Oliver lowered his hand and began to undo the button on her shorts. Brie whimpered into his mouth, showing her willingness to proceed. He unzipped her fly and Brie thrust her hips up to meet him, rubbing her steaming crotch on his hand. Oliver moved his hand and began to push her shorts down. Brie reached down and helped him; the two of them broke off kissing and stripped her of the last of her clothing. Her panties, shorts and socks all flew off and suddenly Brie was lying before him nude and displayed for his appreciation. And appreciate he did. Brie was fitter than Marie had been since college, and the lean lines of muscle on her body aroused him even further. Brie, to Oliver's mind, was as perfect as a woman could be. Her little pussy was smooth and bald, which he had never encountered before and it thrilled him to see her vulva so vulnerably exposed. Lifting her arms over her head and letting her legs fall open Brie presented herself in all her glory to the avid gaze of her thrilled father. The smooth expanse of her skin was unmarked by blemish or scar. Tiny moles or freckles dotted her body every so often, but for the most part a pale canvas of innocent perfection met his eyes wherever he looked. Rapt, Oliver took in every detail of his gorgeous child; her thin, soft arms, her long lean legs, the soft flat stomach with just a hint of abdominal muscle flexing as she breathed, her tiny hollow belly button, the swell of her small, firm breasts. Each detail he observed that he had never before taken note of made him love her more and more. The secret pleasure he took in knowing these seductive features that aroused him were the product of his own genetics added spice to the view. So much so that he took a long time assessing the alluring nymph wantonly offering herself to him. Then with a tenderness born of pure love Oliver lowered his mouth to her sex and began to kiss his daughter's pussy. The smell of Brie's arousal filled his nose, similar to his wife's, but with a secret flavour all her own. The first few licks of her swollen outer lips made them both moan. The damp inner lips opened before him, her ample lubrication flowing out from between her unfurled petals. Trying to use restraint and savor every moment Oliver soon found himself lapping at her offered sex in a frenzy of delight. The musky flavour was overwhelming his restraint and the writhing twitches Brie exhibited aroused him even more. After a time she was squealing her delight at the ceiling as her father delved between the folds of her pussy and sucked on her burning clit. With his mouth clamped to her quivering opening, Oliver teased his daughter with lashes of agonizing ecstasy. Over and over he made her cum, her body shivering with more violent passion than he had ever witness in a partner. Planting her feet on the couch Brie lifted her hips and sought more of the torment her father's mouth on her sensitive clit was becoming. Humping her sex up into the air she forced his mouth more firmly onto her clit and Oliver responded by sucking it hard and nipping it lightly with his teeth, just like her mother had loved. With his hands planted firmly on her buttocks, holding his daughter's ass like a tray of food, Oliver devoured her slippery folds, licking her clit, sucking on her lips and probing into her vagina, making Brie squirm, squeal and sigh as her orgasms went on and on. Oliver was certain that Brie found the illicit nature of this as exciting as he did. Her orgasm were obvious and powerful, her chest bright red with the extremity of her euphoria. His cock was harder than he had ever felt it, aching and sore from its confinement, but the distraction of his daughter's multiple orgasms had him in its powerful grip. Finally Brie had to push his head from between her legs. In Suburbia "It's too much. My God I'm dying!" she gasped and laughed as his mouth finally gave her reprieve. "That was incredible." She gasped and her proud father sat on his heels between her trembling thighs and grinned down at her his face coated in her juices. "My turn." She threatened, a huge grin spreading across her flushed face. Brie stood up on trembling legs and told her Dad to lie down. Then with eager hands she pulled off his pants and shirt unveiling his fit body. Oliver had gotten into jogging in case he ever had to flee from the police and he was in the best shape of his life. Gazing at his chest, Brie stroked her hands over his pectoral muscles then down his mostly flat stomach. Oliver couldn't help himself, being with such a young, thin girl, he flexed his abs and flattened even more. When Brie reached his waist she undid his pants and pulled them down his strong legs, kissing the muscles of his thighs as he stepped out of his pants. Oliver had to balance precariously on one foot at a time as his daughter adored his legs, kissing him as she lowered his pants. Then with more obvious bashfulness, Brie pulled down his boxer shorts and revealed his erection to her wide blue eyes. Reverently she gaped at his cock, her eyes large and her mouth shaped into a perfect "O" of surprise. Oliver was over seven inches long and relatively fat in the manhood department. The few lovers he'd had as a young man had always been impressed, but it had been over twenty years since a new woman had seen his cock. It made him feel relieved seeing his size was still impressive to a young woman. Knowing your partner as intimately as a father knows his favorite daughter meant he knew her joy and longing for his member were genuine. Her eyes sparkled greedily as it had many times at Christmas when she had received exactly what she wanted. Oliver went still, his belly tight with anticipation, as his darling little girl took hold of his shaft and her soft, warm hand began to stroke up and down. Hands that had always been kind and playful now held his most intimate part and explored him curiously. With her face only inches from his erection Brie stoked her father with both hands, watching the way the skin moved and his cock responded to her touch. So many times Oliver had seen this rapt concentration of his little girl's face, but today it had such a thrilling new context. Then with infinite tenderness Brie leaned in and kissed the purple knob of her daddy's manhood. The tingle of depraved indulgence Oliver felt at the merest touch of his daughter's lips on his cock erased all his doubts. Pleasure like he had never known blossomed in his body. The electrifying sordidness of having his very own daughter kissing and then licking the tip of his cock, the cock she had emerged from just over eighteen years before profoundly affected him. With her hands still absently stroking up and down, Brie focused on licking and sucking on his knob, making Oliver tense with waves of utter delight. Riveted on the view of her soft, pink lips spreading around his dark cockhead, and catching glimpses of her nimble little tongue licking him had Oliver trembling with desire. Then with acute gratification Oliver watched his baby girl take more and more of his straining boner into her mouth as her tender licking became focused sucking. Working her mouth up and down Brie slurped along the length of her father's erection making him wet and slick with her saliva. Not only did his prick feel wonderful in the wet mouth of a woman, but this woman was sordidly young, just barely an adult, her inexperience evident in every poignantly, awkward attempt at pleasing him. With eager, pleading eyes she checked in with him to ensure she was doing this right. Little did Brie know that Oliver was struggling not to spill his cum into her slurping mouth already. The rapture this perverted encounter was bestowing on him was more powerful than any delight he had ever taken in sex. The titillating quality of having to withhold spilling his sperm onto the lapping tongue of his offspring was twisting him in knots of bliss and lechery. The release his body wanted was overpowering his desire to prolong the experience. "Baby. I'm going to cum." "Yes. Do it Daddy. I want it. I want it so much. Please." Brie went back to work, milking him with both her little hands and taking him deep into her frantic mouth. Her tongue swirled over his tingling knob and her lips caressed his shaft just below the head. Looking down at his little girl working so hard to get him to cum in her mouth, Oliver felt immense pride for her bravery and determination. Gazing intently at her face, beautiful, innocent and trusting thrilled him. As her blue eyes bored into him willing him to climax for her Oliver gave over to the basest of impulses and clenched as his orgasm shattered his resistance and pushed him over the brink of euphoria. Lightning exploded along his nerves and his ejaculation erupted down the length of his cock. His balls lifted tight to his body and a powerful spasm seized his frame as pure delight burst from his member and straight onto the waiting tongue of his eldest daughter. Nothing like this had ever happened to Oliver before. No pleasure, no experience could touch the profundity of gushing his seed into his own child. Why this should be was far beyond his capability to understand while ejaculating what seemed like the largest load of his life into his daughter's frantically working mouth. "Don't swallow." He hissed as gout after gout of sperm filled her eagerly sucking mouth. Some powerful need impelled him to see his cum on her tongue. Gently resting his hands on her head for stability Oliver fucked his cock into Brie's face, filling her with more and more of his jism. A loop of feelings and images washed over him, repeating over and over beyond his minds ability to capture. Flashes of Marie smiling at him, a twinge of pleasure in his cock, Love for Brie, her clamping soft, pink and utterly familiar lips over his knob for the first time, sordid lust that this was his child, the father daughter from the night before doing exactly this, and delight he felt cascading across his exploding mind. The spike of ecstasy running down the length of his cock and right into his consciousness almost hurt it was so intense and sharp. A stinging goad of guilty, piercing satisfaction throbbed along his cock, hooking his libido and bleeding every ounce of pleasure he could stand from this sordid, taboo experience. The more his conscious tried to get him to stop the greater the delight he took in defiling his own willing child. Her obvious delight encouraged him to be as depraved with her as he wanted. The love they shared was stronger than the illicitness of their actions. Pleasure, love and release were more important that guilt, fear and judgment. Finally Oliver had pumped ever drop of sperm available into his little girl's mouth and he pulled back, removing his sensitive knob from between her tightly clamped lips. When he withdrew a trickle of his semen leaked out and dribbled across Brie's chin making his boner throb achingly. "Let me see." He whispered. And Brie opened her mouth to show him a pool of jism collected on her pink tongue. A film of white milky fluid coated her teeth and a bubble formed between her lips as she smiled and struggled to hold all his seed in her mouth. A drizzle of cum oozed out the corner of her mouth and more of his spunk trickled over her lips staining her smooth skin with his wet load. Unable to help himself Oliver began to rub the tip of his penis across her beautiful pink lips, smearing the leaking spooge across her smile sordidly. "Okay, swallow." And Brie closed her mouth, his prick still resting on her soft lips and he watched her throat work as his daughter consumed his seed. This was the most bewitching moment of his life. When Brie had been born he had felt a strong connection to her. Every year of her brief life he had found more and more delight in knowing his beautiful daughter was worthy of any gift he could bestow upon her. His struggles of late had been impelled by his need to be the best father he could to the amazing woman she was becoming. Now as she smiled proudly at him, her belly full of his sperm, her lips and chin stained with his ejaculate Oliver knew that nothing, none of the work he had done before, compared to the pride he felt at making this young woman smile as joyously as she was beaming at him right now. If there were any doubts lingering as to whether Brie had wanted her father to be her lover they evaporated as the familiar grin of self-satisfaction crinkled the corners of her jism smeared lips. "How was that?" She asked slyly, knowing full well it had been wonderful. "Not bad." He straight faced, and then burst out laughing at her offended expression. Brie slapped his bare thigh and took his knob between her teeth gently and pretended to bite. Even as a joke it made his balls lift fearfully. She then did something he found both oddly adorable and arousing. Brie took his shaft in hand then rubbed his knob all around her chin and mouth wiping his sperm up and then licking if off. When she finished cleaning herself Brie grinned up at him proudly. With his heart melting Oliver gazed at Brie and said, "That was incredible. I don't have words for how good that felt. You are a perfect lover." "Oh Daddy. I love you. I've wanted to make you happy ever since Mom died." Brie kissed his shaft and allowed his warm hard-on press to her soft, flushed cheek. "I have felt like your partner and I wanted to fulfill this role too. You deserve to be happy." "Baby. I am. I am so proud of you and Lainey." "I know, but I want to be more than merely your daughter. I want to be the only woman you need." The joy in his heart threatened to overwhelm him. Tears sprang into his eyes and Oliver had to kiss that wonderful mouth, the source of such blissful words. Bringing her up from her knees on the floor Oliver kissed his daughter's mouth, ignoring the flavour of his own cum, his need to feel connected, to express his love for her was greater than his distaste over a few drops of sperm. Brie stretched out her nubile body along his own, their skin warm and sensitive as they caressed each other and kissed on the couch. This encounter was far from over. Still glowing from his orgasm Oliver let his daughter take charge. Brie kissed his face and neck hungrily. Then she tried his earlobe trick and he found it very endearing. Listening to Brie's tiny whimpers of passion as she caressed his body made his erection remain rock hard. Moving down his body Brie licked and kissed him. Her mouth found both his nipples for a time and the lasciviousness of it made him gasp with delight. He could feel her face smiling as she teased him. Lower and lower she went until she was once more sucking his cock. Laying there accepting this tender, caring gift from his little girl Oliver marveled that this was happening. Being utterly in love with his sexual partner, wanting perfect happiness for her with no restraints was amazing enough, but a new dimension of love, a lusting, passion where before all was chaste unfurled in his soul. Nothing could have prepared him for the power of this level of intimacy. Brie focused on his balls for a while, her nimble tongue exploring him deliciously. Then at last he couldn't take it anymore. "I want to be inside you, Brie. Do you want that?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Of course. I love you Daddy. And I know you love me. This is perfect." Brie lay back on the couch where she had been before, her firm young body calling to him, a Siren of desirability. Her arms lifted over her head, her breast small and tight on her chest, the nipples poking up hard and pink. The hollow bowl of her stomach moved with her rapid breaths. Widening her thighs Brie offered her sex to her father, the pink lips of her pussy damp and glistening, wide open waiting to be filled. Oliver couldn't help himself and once more began to lick his daughter's pussy. Mewling her desire Brie lifted her hips to press her vulva against his mouth while he lashed her clit with his tongue. The taste of her pussy was deep and rich with her juices, the flavour was stronger now and he knew her whole vagina was wide open and ready to be filled. Oliver positioned himself between Brie's thin, white thighs and aimed his knob at the puffy lips waiting to be spread around him. He looked down at his little girl, her face suddenly scared and shy. He smiled at her to reassure her and saw her own mouth lift in a grin. With a tiny nod she encouraged him to press forward. As his cock entered his daughter Oliver felt a profound emotional reaction seize him. The smooth, wet embrace of her pussy as he eased the first inch of himself into her steaming depths felt wonderful physically, but emotionally his soul exploded in delight. Some fierce, electrifying sensation jolted down the length of his penis and right up his spine, engaging his heart as it passed and detonating in his brain. 'I am having sex with my eighteen year old child." His body sang to him and it felt like a glorious benediction to be anointed in her precious juices. Baptized in the sleek essence of Brie, Oliver found himself overjoyed to be found worthy of tasting this pleasure with his special little girl. Looking into her eyes, seeing the expression on her face and feeling the tremble in her body, Oliver knew something similar was happening to Brie. Moaning Brie shivered and whimpered "Oh Daddy. You feel so good." Reveling in the aching sweetness of her slippery clasp Oliver eased inch by inch slowly inside Brie. Every few heartbeats he paused and tried to fully appreciate what was he was being granted. Brie, a woman of infinite compassion, intelligence and beauty was giving herself to him. They were both panting with desire as he slowly filled her pussy. The heat was nearly unbearable, his urge to cum almost unstoppable. Never had any woman felt so warm, wet and perfectly shaped to his cock. Brie was straining as her pussy was filled, Oliver suspected she may have been a virgin but didn't want to ask. She seemed powerfully moved by having her pussy crammed full of manhood. Her face was a gorgeous mask of arousal. Her forehead was wrinkled in concentration, her eyebrows close together but lifting in the middle with a sort of confusion. Eyes begging him with no specific need expressed, just yearning Brie beseeched her father. Her nostrils were flared with her exertions, and her mouth was a perfect puckered "Ooooh." Emitting tiny sounds as his cock wedged deeper and deeper Brie seemed in the grip of pleasure beyond her understanding. Finally Oliver's cock bumped her cervix popping her eyes open wide with a new powerful sensation. Oliver was as far as he could go inside his eldest child, his cock still not fully ensconced within her sweet body, but he felt wholly at home. Leaning in close Oliver began to kiss Brie. Immediately she kissed back, her feverish reaction encouraging him. "Oh Daddy. Daddy it's wonderful. I love you. I love this. It feels so good. So very, very good. We're fucking. Oh fuck me more. Do it Daddy. Fuck me, please." Pulling back Oliver eased out of her delicious grip and then plunged back in. With long, slow strokes Oliver began to fuck his daughter, enjoying the warmth of her pussy and the soft caress of her skin as she lifted her legs over his hips and her arms around his neck. Clinging to her father, Brie shuddered with evident delight as she was fucked deeply. Cooing her elation she closed her eyes while Oliver moved in and out of her quivering body. The thrill of her slick pussy coating him in her plentiful juice was keen and Oliver had to move slowly or spill himself too soon. Soon he established a rhythm that seemed to make Brie feel best. He moved at a moderate pace, his breath quickening and his climax urging him to move faster. Instead he focused on his little girl's pleasure. Ignoring the delightful sensations of her pussy he focused on reading her body as a whole. Watching her brows furrow and her teeth bite her lip he recognized Marie's expressions of pleasure. This meant she was feeling close to getting what she wanted. He adjusted his thrust, driving into her body just a little harder. Brie opened her eyes in shock, not having known herself what she had wanted but overjoyed to feel it happen. Satisfied that she was like her mother in this area as well Oliver began to slam into Brie with more gusto and she grunted wantonly with each impact. Groaning each word carnally Brie said "Yes. Yes. YES! That. Feels. Fuck. Ing. Greaaaat!" Oliver grinned wickedly at his little girl becoming a vulgar sex fiend. With every pump of his hips he fucked her closer to bliss. He could see her orgasm approaching closer and closer. Soon her head tilted back and her arms and legs went rigid, clinging to him tightly. When her mouth stopped grunting expletives and simply fell open while her stomach clenched tightly, he knew she was on the brink. Teasing her he changed his rhythm, slowing down but driving deeper and harder with each thrust. Brie's eyes popped open and stared accusingly up at him. She seemed to be saying 'How could you make this feel better, it's too much'. But he just did it again and she gasped, stunned that she could feel more delight. Then Oliver took a hand and clamped it over her breast and squeezed, hard like her mother had liked, and Brie literally convulsed, and spasm of intense ecstasy spiking along her nerves. Then, merciless in his knowledge of her body, Oliver lowered that hand and used his thumb to rub her clit. It looked as if someone had put a powerful electric current on her body; she jumped hard, thrusting up at him, taking the entirety of his cock into her depths, which in turn enervated her even more. This seemed to unleash a series of orgasms that made her thrash and squirm in the throes of utter rapture. As she exploded below him Oliver gave over to his own needs and thrust into her over and over as her pussy clamped down on him, hard, trying to keep him still. Her tight, wet grip took him over the edge immediately. Brie squeezed him and he spurted his seed deep inside his daughter's pussy. The sheer sordidness of this situation expanded the emotional delight he felt into total euphoria. This was far and away the best orgasm of his life. It felt transcendent. He felt more at peace, accepted and complete than ever before in his life. Leaning his head down on his daughter's smooth cheek, frozen in a mask of gut wrenching delight, he spilled himself, his body straining to empty into this thrilling vessel. Both of them clenched, perfectly still, overstimulated and desperate for completion. Still their orgasms stretched on. His a long series of contractions milking him of sperm, hers a machine gun staccato of tiny convulsions, each a powerful detonation in her core. Grinding their sexes together father and daughter struggled to unite more, to mash their parts into one being. One exquisitely sensuous being. Then abruptly Oliver's climax ended and he felt utterly wrung out. Spent he fell forward collapsing atop his still quaking child. Holding her trembling body to him, he molded himself around her and snuggled close, keeping his cock firmly wedged inside her still clenching grip. Brie continued to climax and Oliver kissed her neck gently, too drunk off pleasure to move more than that. Her spasms slowed and grew father apart, yet remained stupefying in their intensity. She hadn't taken a breath in a long while, the muscles and veins in her neck stretched taut and standing out.