21 comments/ 172801 views/ 23 favorites Things Happen By: jus8tine Why do I feel like I'm at a SAA meeting? Hi, my name is Lisa, and I'm a sex addict. I'm twenty. Most guys think I'm good looking. I have long hair and a good body. I consider myself an expert flirter, closet exhibitionist and sex addict. I don't mean I'm a closet sex addict. I admit it. I married a guy right out of high school that I thought was the only man in the world. Unfortunately, he didn't think of me in the same terms. We divorced a year later. Best move I ever made. I was accepted at the same college as my father, so here I am. All alone. When I graduate I'll probably teach in the same little school district my father has been in for twenty years. He's forty-three now. Not old. Not young. He's the reason you're reading this. But it's not his fault. It's nobody's fault, really. Things happen. My ‘thing' started out innocently enough when my father invited me to accompany him to a conference of band directors—that's right, he's a high school band director—in Orlando. It was during my summer break from school and he thought I needed to get away. Couldn't argue with that. The flight down was uneventful and, to my surprise, the two of us were getting along rather well. It's not that we always fight, but we are definitely two different people with different philosophies on life. He's the mature male. I'm the twenty-year-old female. That should explain everything. We stayed at a resort on Disney property. It was easily the fanciest place I'd ever stayed at and I enjoyed the amenities. We shared a room that had a balcony where I could sit in my tiniest bikini and tan. Of course, the only people I could attempt to flirt with were young couples with little kids. Neither of those groups ever proved very fruitful when it came to my addiction. So I found myself oftentimes flirting with my father. I'd keep that bikini on the entire time we were in the room, except when I took a shower. Then I'd make a point of wearing either a towel or just my underwear as much as possible. I would have felt guilty if I hadn't noticed his constant attention to me and, to my surprise, his obvious excitement. Shorts are not the best thing to hide an erection in, even a slight one. I was thrilled and confused at the same time. How was I supposed to feel about giving my own father an erection? By the end of the second day, I was officially desperate. It had been over a week since I'd had sex. Even some of the young mothers I kept seeing looked good. So that night, as I lay in bed in just my panties, with my father in the other bed, desperation took over. It was completely dark. So dark I stepped on one of my father's shoes as I pulled back the cover and climbed into his bed. Despite the near fall, I managed to get under the cover without waking him. I considered staying where I was, more than an arm's length away from him, but found myself rolling closer and closer to him. His back was to me. That gave me some nerve to keep going. Eventually, I was close enough that my breasts were about to touch his back. I made every effort to keep my legs from touching his. I took a couple deep breaths. Then I placed my arm on top of his side. The initial contact sent shivers down my spine. I expected him to jump, but got no response. So I lie there for several minutes listening to him breathe, feeling his chest rise and fall under my arm. When he finally moved I froze in place. Luckily, he didn't roll over. I was able to keep my arm in place. In fact, I reached it a little farther over so that it completely draped over him. That's when it seems he realized what was happening. "Are you OK?" he asked sleepily. "Yeah. Go back to sleep," I said softly. He half turned his head to face me, but not completely. I hugged him a little harder. This time my breasts pressed against his back and I scooted my hips forward until I felt his ass on my thighs. At that point he couldn't have felt anything but my bare skin touching him. He put his hand around mine. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I said. "I'm fine, Dad." He let go of my hand. I stayed in that position, motionless, for a few moments. Then I gradually let my arm slide down his body until my hand was at the top of his boxers. I would know in the next few seconds how far this was going to go. My movements were slow and deliberate. I let my fingers touch his boxers up around the waistband. Then lower. I felt the opening in the front. Then lower still. His body shuddered when my hand first made contact with the tip of his cock. There was still the material of his boxers between us, but it was unmistakable what I touched. I guessed he expected me to pull away. I didn't. My finger followed the path of his limp shaft. I put my palm on him. "Lisa. No," he said. "Shhh." I pressed down harder. Rubbed him slightly. "I don't…," he started to say. I was ready for him. "Dad. Don't worry." My hand was moving up and down very methodically. There was just enough pressure now to keep in constant contact with him. I purposely moved my breasts so he could feel them against his back. Finally. I sensed the first indication that he was responding. I felt the tiniest twinge from his cock and it grew, maybe, half an inch. Another thirty seconds and it was undeniably thicker, although not nearly erect. "Lisa. Really…" "Shhh." I applied more pressure. If it was possible, I didn't want what I was doing to seem sexual. I wanted it to be natural and non-threatening. Which made me think once again about why I was doing what I was doing. Did I need somebody, anybody, that bad that I would resort to coming on to my father? Was I just seeking his approval? No. I decided it was because I was an adult now, capable of making my own life choices, and one of those choices was whom I wanted to have sex with. The addict in me also gained tremendous satisfaction out of giving other people pleasure. I'd get mine later. So I rubbed my father's cock under his boxers, in the dark, in a motel room, from behind his back. My nipples were starting to grow from the contact with his skin. More importantly, his cock was starting to grow from the contact with my hand. It was nearly to the point where I could wrap my fingers around it and stroke him. I had to make a decision about how to do this and not force him to end it. Reaching inside his boxers and abruptly clutching him was ruled out. I kept rubbing, slowly but surely allowing my hand to enter the opening in the front of his boxers. I let a finger touch him. Then two. Soon, my hand was rubbing him directly. The moment I closed my fingers around him I felt him grow to what I thought had to be full erection. He was big. My heart pounded in the quiet night. I slid my hand up and down his warm cock. I would have loved to push his boxers down for more freedom, but I assumed that would put an end to the whole thing. It seemed plausible that I might actually be able to get him off if I just kept going. So I did. Methodically. Carefully. Stroking his cock like it was breakable, wondering whether he liked it like this or rough and hard. He didn't make a sound for the longest time. Then an audible, quick breath. I increased the pressure on his cock. He made another sound deep inside his chest. I pushed my lower body against his as if fucking him from behind. He pushed back. I was pumping him faster now, nearly certain this was going to end in an orgasm. My breathing against his shoulder became harder. His body was starting to rock back and forth almost imperceptibly. I wanted him to have sex with my hand. I don't know what I expected it to be like when he came. I hadn't used just my hand since…what? Junior high? But this was a grown man with a large cock. I mean, I knew what happened when a man came, but what would THIS man be like. "Lisa." Dad's voice brought me back to reality. He didn't say anything else at first. I didn't answer. But his body told me something was changing. "God. Lisa." Then he moaned and thrust his hips forward. I stroked him as hard and fast as I could. He cried out with sounds you only hear during sex. Then a grunt that I'd heard from every single guy I'd ever fucked, as if it wasn't possible to cum without making that sound. I wanted to urge him on, tell him it was alright. But I thought silence on my part was best. Within the confined space of his boxers, I knew when each and every blast of cum left his cock. It covered the inside of the material, it covered my knuckles, the back of my hand and every finger. He came several times, each with its own distinct grunt. I was amazed with the volume and explosive nature of his orgasm. I dared not consider touching my clit or I would have been right there with him. "OK. OK, Lisa," he panted. His cock was only slightly less erect when I withdrew my hand. I thought about wiping it clean on the outside of his boxers but decided against that. Instead, I backed away from him. He never completely rolled over. Never attempted to touch me. Didn't say a word. I quietly rolled out of his bed and crawled into mine. I used the sheet to dry my hand. I stared at the dark ceiling, unable to fall sleep for almost an hour. I was the first to get up the next morning for a shower. The prospect of facing my father didn't thrill me because I expected him to be mad, or something. Which was unfortunate because I found the entire thing very stimulating. And I wasn't the one who had the orgasm. I loosely wrapped a towel around me and walked back into the room. Dad was awake and getting out of bed. "Hi," I said. "Thank you for last night, Lisa." He paused. "But I think that should be the last time." He didn't sound overly convincing to me. "You didn't like it?" I began to search for something to wear. "That's not the point," he said. "It's not right." "So you liked it." I put a pair of panties, a t-shirt and shorts on the bed. "Lisa. Don't play games." I turned my back to him and removed the towel. I made sure he had plenty of time to view my naked ass, then grabbed the panties and slowly pulled them on. "I didn't mean to upset you," I said. "It just kind of happened." I pulled on the t-shirt and turned to face him. "No more. Alright?" He walked into the bathroom looking a little exasperated, I thought. After breakfast he had to attend some conference sessions. I was free to sit around the pool and lay on the balcony, knowing what my next move with Dad would be but not having a good plan to pull it off. Getting hornier and hornier by the hour definitely helped my confidence. I counted at least three instances where, if I'd been on the trip alone, I probably could have had one of the young fathers vacationing with their families. In each case Mommy was somewhere in Disney with the kids. Daddy was alone, spying the babe in her bikini. The babe lied on her stomach, untying the top of her bikini and tossing it aside, occasionally reaching up for a sip of her fruity cocktail. By the time my father arrived back in the room in the middle of the afternoon I was frantically in need of sex. I was in my bikini, of course, considering now my official uniform for the trip. "How's the conference?" I asked, sipping my drink. "Not bad. There were a couple more sessions this afternoon, but I'd had enough." A large drop of water fell from the bottom of my glass onto the top of one of my breasts. I wiped it with my hand, making sure to dab at more of my breast than was necessary, including a bit under the bikini top. My father quickly turned away when I looked up. "Well, now you can relax," I told him. He was already in shorts, so he chose something to drink from the mini-refrigerator and took it to the balcony. I was right behind. I propped my legs up on the table he was using to hold his drink. I leaned back in my chair and watched his eyes scan the length of my tanned body. It only took a second, but he did it. I wondered if his cock reacted to my body. Just how much of me did he have to see before starting to get hard? We spent an hour drinking, chatting and watching people below our balcony. "That's enough sun for now. I'm going in," my father announced. He pushed the sliding glass door closed behind him and I watched him turn on the TV and lie on the bed. Perfect. But I didn't want him falling asleep. Yet. Five minutes later I was in the room with him. I pulled the string that closed the blinds over the sliding glass door. He was looking at me with an expressionless face. Or was there a touch of dread in his eyes? I untied the top of my bikini and pulled it off. The excitement that flowed through me as I exposed my breasts to my father was indescribable. My tits are natural, firm and proportional to my body, if not a little bit small. But not one of the many men, and a couple boys, who ever touched them had complained. I ran my hands over them one time, lifting them and allowing them to fall back into place. Then I pushed down the bottom on my suit and let it fall to my ankles. It happened quickly. In less than fifteen seconds I was naked. Finally, my Dad's eyes went back to the TV. Did he presume I was getting ready for a shower? Changing clothes? Was he getting hard? The latter question was foremost on my mind. I walked over to his bed. Only when I sat on the edge of it did his eyes return to me. "I wish I could have seen you cum last night." My hand rested on his leg, just below the bottom of his shorts. "Lisa." He was pleading me to stop. My hand rose up his bare leg, under his shorts. "Did you feel my breasts against your back? It felt so good on my nipples." His eyes shot to my breasts, then away again. I touched his balls, enclosed tightly in his briefs. "Don't do it," he warned. I moved up until finding his cock. It WAS getting hard. I felt a strange sense of pride in that. "Do what?" "Whatever you have planned," he said. I massaged his cock through the soft material of his underwear. Unlike the night before, he responded quickly this time. I chose not to answer him verbally, which would have given him another opportunity to deny me what I was after. Instead, I used my other hand to unbutton his shorts. I was glad there was no belt to worry about. Then I yanked on his zipper. At that point the hand inside his shorts was getting in the way, so I removed it. "No. You're not going to…" By then both hands were pulling his shorts down, followed by his underwear. They bunched up around his knees. My father's cock pointed up towards his stomach, already close to full erection. It twitched uncontrollably at the touch of my hand. I smiled at the thought of what it would do when my mouth engulfed it. But first I had to prepare my father for the inevitable. I leaned over and brushed both nipples across the rigid cock. Then back again, before pulling the cock up to my chest and rubbing it harshly against one of my tits. Now he was hard. Really hard. I didn't give him time to think. My mouth was next to his cock before he realized it. My tongue slid up the length of his shaft from bottom to top. I licked all around his red tip. Again. And again. Then he was between my lips. Just the tip at first, followed by the top third. Then half. Then my lips were pressed against his hairy skin and I felt his cock hit the back of my throat. My hair fell down onto his stomach and thighs. I pulled just enough of it aside so it didn't interfere. And then I began to suck my father's cock. What an incredible feeling it was to give him this pleasure. Well, I assumed it was pleasure. He seemed to enjoy the previous night and I hoped this was better. I figured I'd find out soon enough. I worked him with both my mouth and a hand. It was difficult to sense how his body was reacting, but soon his hips began to rise and fall so I took that as a good sign. I wanted him to fuck my mouth this time and fill me with his cum. I wanted to taste him. The next couple minutes were pure ecstasy. His actions were proving to me he wasn't going to stop and the hardness of his cock seemed to indicate I was doing something right. The anticipation of him cumming in my mouth was almost too much to take. He sounded like he was close, very close. His legs stiffened over and over again as if he could erupt at any second. I just kept pumping and sucking. When his hands held my head in place, I knew it was time. He groaned, lifted his ass off the bed, and announced he was going to cum. I closed my eyes and tightened my lips around his throbbing cock. The first spurt of warm cum hit the back of my mouth. He grunted. A second blast hit my tongue. Then several smaller sprays collected in my mouth, and soon cum was dripping out the sides onto my chin. I moaned along with him, feeling him continue to orgasm even though the stream of cum seemed to stop. We were both dripping in white cum by the time he started to deflate. I can swallow with the best of them, but my father was proving to be too much for me. I wiped my face on his stomach, allowing my breasts to scrape across his body. I wanted his stickiness all over me. I looked up at him and smiled. "Damn you," he said. I got up and leisurely walked to the bathroom, shaking my ass at him one last time before rounding the corner. It was very tempting to spend five minutes in there making myself cum. God knows I needed to. But I had other arrangements in mind. I did not "bother" my Dad that night. I thought it might be best to go another full day with just some teasing and flashing. I made sure to dress and undress around him, only wearing a bra when we went out to eat in public. My hope was if we went a day without doing anything, perhaps he'd be more responsive to my next move. On the last day of the conference, I had to bring this to its logical conclusion. And it had to be his idea. Or at least he had to THINK it was his idea. He had not thanked me, apologized, or in any other way acknowledged our second encounter. This was good. It gave me no reason to hold back. I knew he would be back from the conference at noon. I, of course, would meet him in my bikini…with room service lunch waiting. The only problem with that was the kid who delivered the lunch was really cute and I wanted to jump him I was so desperate. I considered offering him a sampling of my tits as a tip, but chose not to. When Dad arrived, everything was in place. He was glad the conference was coming to an end and was looking forward to getting back home. As he pulled up a chair to the table on which I had placed the lunch, he told me he was seriously considering skipping the afternoon sessions. That was joy to my ears. Lunch consisted of a couple sandwiches and, most importantly, a fruit plate with various melons and a few strawberries. The sandwiches were gone pretty fast. It was time to play. I took a slice of melon and slid it into my mouth sensuously. I held it between my lips for a second before taking a bite. My eyes were locked on my Dad, who couldn't help but notice what I was doing. Then I licked the melon before taking another slow bite. He returned my smile without commenting. It was time to work on the strawberries. My goal was to get one to drip onto my breast. Have you ever tried that? I mean, purposely tried to make a strawberry drip onto your breast? The only thing I could think of was to squeeze it harder than necessary as I bit the end off. On the first try, to my total amazement, I got it to work. The juice landed well above the bikini top covering my left breast and began a gradual trip towards the nipple. "Oops," I giggled, looking down at the tiny red stream. God, it was sexy. It was detouring more towards the cleavage, but was still effective. It was like my father couldn't take his eyes off it. At least until I looked at him, then he just grinned and looked down at the plate. I stood up and walked the couple steps it took to get to him with the remainder of the strawberry still in my hand. Things Happen Ch. 02 Author's Note: Thanks to The StogieMon for all your help editing this story! Frank O'Toole had a two hour plane ride home to think about what happened in Orlando. In less than a week his daughter, Lisa, had given him a hand job, a blow job and lured him into having sex with her. Now she sat next to him in her tight shirt and shorts as if nothing had occurred. The hand job he could understand. He had imagined it was Amanda, his wife, who died five years earlier in an auto accident. In fact, he nearly called out Amanda's name in the darkness. But it wasn't Amanda; it was Lisa...a twenty-year-old daughter who he adored. The blow job he could almost understand. Oral sex wasn't officially sex. Isn't that what the President said? OK, it's not cool with your daughter. But, God was she good. Fucking was another story. You don't fuck your daughter. Frank convinced himself he was trapped into it, like a police sting operation. She offered the bait, he took it unwillingly. At least that was his story, as weak as it was. But you don't fuck your daughter. He lost track of how many times he said that to himself. "You're awfully quiet," Lisa said, putting her head on his shoulder. He nearly blurted out 'You don't fuck your daughter'. But, instead, he told her, "Just tired. I'll be glad to be home." "Me, too." Lisa Ginn was married at eighteen, divorced at nineteen and had two years of college remaining. She admired her father, a life-long educator. She wouldn't necessarily admit to loving him, but she saw him steadily get sadder and sadder after her mother's death. The joint trip to Orlando had come as a pleasant surprise and she took full advantage of it. Granted, Lisa was known to have sex with anything that breathed. But she also had a deep concern for her father's well-being. Thus, the trip had turned into one escapade after another. She, for one, had no regrets. Once home, Frank had to start getting his life back in order. School was about to start back up for the year and Lisa was an hour away again at college. He could only hope that she found a nice guy on campus. And, left her father alone, at least in bed. Frank was a high school band director and music teacher. The little town he lived in didn't lend itself to large turnover in the teaching staff. So, he was pleasantly surprised when he met the new elementary music teacher, Michelle Tewell. Michelle was a very attractive thirty-five years old, with an infatuation for diets and exercise. Her long hair and feminine curves reminded him very much, unfortunately, of Lisa. However, there was no guilt associated with lusting after a divorced elementary music teacher. Frank and Michelle became a project for many of the other teachers and school administrators. These two were made for each other. They HAD to get together. The principals of the music teachers' respective schools did their parts. "Hey, Ellen. This is Dave," started a typical conversation between the principals. "Michelle is due to visit the high school this week, on Wednesday. I'm sending her over at noon. What does Frank's schedule look like?" Dave could hear paper rustling in the background. "He's free from eleven until two. That'll work. I'll find a reason for him to be in the office when she arrives. Thanks for letting me know." Staff meetings were even more meticulously planned out. Whether it was just the music teachers or a district-wide meeting, the attendees purposely arrived very early to take all the seats except for two, side-by-side of course, forcing Frank and Michelle to use them. But it was a couple months before an actual 'date' was arranged between Frank and Michelle. Three more followed in rapid succession. The physical side of the relationship moved much more slowly, however. Lisa only had a cursory understanding of her father's relationship with Michelle until she checked the messages on Frank's home phone one day. Lisa had been doing this ever since going away to college as a way to make life a little easier for her father. She'd erase any messages he didn't need and made sure he got the important ones. On this day, she heard an unfamiliar female voice saying, "Hi, Frank. It's me. I've got something I have to do Saturday so I won't be over until closer to 6. I hope this doesn't screw up the dinner reservations. Let me know if we need to change plans. Can't wait to see you. Bye." Lisa listened to the options to save or delete, and decided to save the message. After hanging up the phone she sat and stared out the window for several minutes. 'It's me...Saturday...6...dinner...see you.' She replayed the message over and over in her mind. She considered what was happening in her life. Sex with her boyfriends and the occasional professor left her unfulfilled compared to her father. Was she falling in love with him? And now this message. Who was she? 'My God. I'm jealous of another woman. Dating my father.' The realization shook Lisa to her core. Frank couldn't believe, at his age, that he could be nervous about a date. It was half an hour before Michelle was to arrive and he worried about how he looked, how he smelled, where they were going. For some reason, this Saturday was different. The couple had reached a point where both of them, unbeknownst to the other, felt as though a hurdle was about to be crossed. They never talked about it. But the feeling was palpable. It wasn't sexual tension, exactly. More like a mind-set, that if they continued to see each other, and continued to care for each other, intimacy was inevitable. Michelle, for her part, chose her most feminine, revealing outfit. And she only had one. Conservative by nature, she wasn't one to flirt or flaunt. But when she had to, she pulled out the little blue dress that buttoned down the front. Then she pretended the first couple buttons didn't exist. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring the cleavage, fixing her hair and running her hands over her ass to smooth out the dress. She was nervous for some reason. The evening went flawlessly. Dinner was great. The movie was great. Soon, they were heading back to Frank's place. Frank and Michelle settled down in the family room with drinks and each other. No TV. None of the noise they were used to having around them when they were together. They were totally alone. "I really had a good time tonight," Michelle said, her eyes shining even in the dimly lit room. "You don't have to go, do you?" Frank asked anxiously. "Not unless you want me to." "Please stay," Frank said. He gripped her hand firmly. Michelle leaned forward on the couch and kissed Frank. This was not the first kiss, but it was the first kiss where she lingered. It was the first time she reached out for him while they kissed. It was the first time their mouths opened and their tongues met. Frank had his hand in Michelle's thick hair as their bodies moved closer. Months of anxiety were released in that one kiss. They didn't need to be nervous any more. The couple was hugging as Frank continued to kiss Michelle on the face and neck. They fell to the couch in a natural extension of their embrace and kissed some more. Frank was mostly on the couch; Michelle's legs were mostly off. Frank gazed down, looking at the bronze skin appearing from Michelle's neck down to her dress. He kissed her there, moving the opening of her dress aside to expose the very top of her breasts. He could hear and feel her erratic breathing. Frank unfastened one more button. Michelle's pale blue bra was now visible. He kissed a breast...unfastened another button...kissed the other breast. His hand settled on one of the nipples trying to poke through the thin material. "Yes," Michelle sighed under her breath. Frank found the front hook of her bra and undid it. His fingers tenderly moved the cups away to expose both nipples. They were tiny and pink. When his tongue touched one, Michelle moaned and put her hand on the back of Frank's head. He licked and sucked the nipple until it grew to twice its original size. Then he moved over and did the same to the other tender nipple. Michelle's whimpers were growing louder. She begged Frank to keep sucking her nipples. She felt her panties beginning to cling to her moist pussy. Frank reached for another button. "Daddy. I'm home!" Frank and Michelle heard the front door slam shut. "Oh, shit. It's Lisa," Frank said. Frank lifted himself off Michelle, who immediately reached for buttons to close. By the time Lisa rounded the corner and entered the family room, both her father and Michelle were standing, Michelle frantically smoothing her hair with both hands. "Lisa. What a...nice surprise," Frank said, walking towards her. "Hi, Dad." She held out her arms and hugged her father, never taking her eyes off Michelle. "Honey, I'd like you to meet Michelle, a friend of mine." "Hi," the women said simultaneously. "Michelle, this is Lisa, my daughter," Frank said with a nervous smile. Michelle nodded. "I've heard a lot about you." "Ohhh, really," Lisa said, looking at her father with wide eyes. There was a moment of awkward silence. "Well, I guess I should be going," Michelle finally said. "It's getting late." A look of despair replaced the panic on Frank's face. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I'm sure we'll see each other again," Lisa said to Michelle. "I hope so," Michelle said as she grabbed her purse. Frank walked with her to the door. Lisa's timing wasn't a total coincidence. She had parked far down the street, watching her father and his date enter the house. She waited what she felt was an appropriate time, then sneaked up to a window she knew would give her a view of the family room. Her fear had been that the couple would go to Frank's bedroom. They didn't. When Michelle's bra was unhooked, Lisa headed for the front door. When Frank returned to the family room, he found Lisa sitting on the couch in nothing but sheer panties. "I missed you," she said innocently. Frank stared at his near naked daughter as she stood and approached him. It was the first time since Orlando that he'd seen her this way. "Why didn't you call? You've never come home without telling me first." "I wanted to surprise you." Lisa put on her best pouty face and stood just inches in front of her father. "Well, you certainly did." Lisa had to muster up every ounce of self-control to keep from laughing. To help, she took her father's hands and placed them on her hips. "No. Not now," Frank said sternly, pulling his hands away. "You were hard when I came in." Lisa was looking straight into his eyes. He looked back and said nothing. "Were you going to have sex with her?" Lisa put a hand on his crotch. She felt him flinch. "Maybe." "Have you had sex with her?" Frank sighed and tried to back away. "No." Lisa pushed harder against his cock. "Has she put that little mouth of hers on your big, wonderful cock?" "Lisa." She could feel him responding. "Has she? Has she unzipped your pants, pulled out your cock and licked it before sliding it between her lips?" As Lisa spoke, she was acting out her questions. With her father's zipper down, she reached inside his boxers for the cock she craved. "No," Frank said with resignation. Lisa kneeled down. She began to lick Frank's cock. "Has she taken you and sucked you until you're so hard you can't stand it?" The cock entered Lisa's skillful mouth. Slowly, surely, she felt it grow as her tongue and lips performed their magic. Frank's mind was back on Michelle and his attempts to salvage the evening with words of apology and promises for the future as she left. He thought Michelle was mature enough to understand. But interrupted sex, or whatever it was they were having, could leave lingering scars. Frank's cock had a mind of its own. And all it cared about was the attention it was getting from Lisa. She had Frank at full erection in a couple minutes. At that point, she pressed the cock against her breasts, letting it slide up and down between them as she squeezed the breasts together. "Has she gotten you hard, rubbed your cock on her breasts and let you cum all over her?" Lisa asked. Frank thought he'd explode. The sensation of his daughter's smooth skin surrounding his hard cock was too much to take. He was so hard it almost hurt. Lisa pulled away from him and sat on the floor. She spread her legs, then lay down and leisurely, sensuously removed her panties. "Fuck me, Dad." Frank peered down at the tempting form of his naked daughter, spread wide for the taking. His cock throbbed. 'You don't fuck your daughter.' Anger, frustration, desire. His brain was bombarded with emotions. A picture of Michelle's breasts flashed through. He looked at Lisa. His cock twitched. Frank opened his belt, pushed down his pants and boxers and hovered over his daughter. He was on her in an instant. "Damn you, Lisa. You did this on purpose." Frank grit his teeth. "Fuck me, Dad. The way you wanted to fuck Michelle." Frank pushed his daughter's legs apart. His head dove for her breasts and he angrily gnawed at her nipples. "Oh, God. Yes. Yes," she swooned. Frank pushed down hard on each breast with his mouth and tried to devour them whole. He felt his cock pressing against Lisa's stomach and she arched her back to increase the pressure. He would punish her this time. There'd be no pleasure in it for her. She'd used him again and he'd reprimand her by fucking her, if that's what she wanted. Frank positioned his cock at the entrance to Lisa's pussy and with one, violent thrust was inside her. Lisa shrieked with pain and delight. He grabbed her wrists, pushed her arms above her head, and started to drive his cock in and out of her in rapid succession. Lisa was wet. Despite her father's thickness, her cunt easily accepted the cock. Still, she compressed her muscle around him and squeezed as hard as she could. Frank felt each contraction and tried to ignore them. "She wont' feel like this, Dad," Lisa panted. "Only I can make you cum like you want. Fuck me harder." Frank wanted to slap her. He tightened his grip on her wrists and plunged into her so hard the sound of their bodies smacking together filled the room. "Harder. God. Harder!" Frank put his hands under Lisa's ass and lifted her off the floor. The new pressure on his cock brought him to the edge. Lisa, also, benefited from the new angle of his cock. Just as he was about to cum, Frank pulled out. Lisa looked down in dismay. Her father was stroking his cock, pointing it directly at her breasts. She put a hand on her clit and began to rub. Frank moved forward, just as the first long stream of cum spurt from his cock. It flew over her left breast, covering her from the nipple to her neck. Another blast followed that landed mainly on her neck and chin. The next found her face. "Oh, yes. Yes! Yes!" she screamed. Lisa's orgasm commenced about the time she was swallowing the last of her father's cum. She frantically rubbed her clit, driving a couple fingers from her other hand into her cunt. She fucked herself through several extended orgasms while her father watched. At the end, she collapsed onto the floor, her body still shaking. "Damn you, Lisa," Frank said, now standing over her cum covered body. "Holy fuck. You're good." # Frank spent the better part of the next week trying to patch things up with Michelle. The shock of what happened wore off fairly quickly for both of them and the relationship seemed to be back on track. If they wanted to be alone, they decided to meet at Michelle's place and not Frank's. Simple enough. Friday afternoon finally arrived and Frank was doing some last minute re-organizing of the high school band room. He was deep inside the recesses of the instrument room, among the racks holding every conceivable instrument, when he heard what sounded like the door closing. Then footsteps. Just as he rounded a corner, so did Michelle. They bumped together. Mutual yelps caused them to laugh after the initial fright subsided. "Well, hello," Frank said, his arms wrapping around his girlfriend. "Hi. Funny meeting you here." A long, sensuous kiss ensued. Frank felt Michelle's bra through her blouse. He wondered if it was the same one. Then his hands were on her ass, gripping at the material of her slacks. "Mmmm," Michelle mewed. "Are we alone?" "That would be a first," Frank said. Michelle touched the front of Frank's pants, searching for signs of his cock. She rubbed him gently when she had it in place. "Where were we?" she said between kisses. Her back was pressed against a shelf, barely room between the two bodies for her hand. Frank unbuttoned her slacks and pulled down the zipper. His hands slid under her waistband and felt the thin material of her panties. He cupped Michelle's tiny ass in his hands and pressed his hardening cock against her body. She moaned and he shoved her clothes down to her knees. Even in the softly lit room her bare skin looked smooth and inviting. Frank put a hand between Michelle's legs and felt for the opening to her pussy. It was wet and warm and anxious for his touch. Michelle struggled to spread her legs despite the slacks and panties holding them together. Sensing her efforts, Frank leaned down and pulled the slacks and panties to her ankles, allowing her to step out of one side. Michelle voluntarily opened herself for him when his tongue licked the inside of her thigh. She gasped and clung to the shelf behind her when Frank put his tongue on her clit. "Oh my God, that's good," she told him. "Right there." Frank licked and sucked the ever-growing clit. A moment later his tongue was inside her cunt, exploring the moist interior of her body. Michelle pushed her hips forward, wanting every inch of his slick tongue. Frank was aware of the neatly shaven hair above Michelle's clit rubbing across his face while he moved back and forth, up and down between her legs. His cock ached as it grew within the constraints of his underwear and pants. Did he dare release it in this room? But then he considered Michelle's state of dress, or undress. She answered the question for him anyway. "I want you in me, Frank. Now." Months of seeing each other, dinners and movies had brought them to this point. They were going to take the next step before Lisa interrupted them. Today they'd complete the act. Frank stood up in time to watch Michelle turn around and place her hands on the shelf. Then she bent her hips, spread her legs and pointed her beautiful ass at Frank. He was naked from the waist down in record time. The relief from having his fully erect cock free of limitations was overwhelming. Knowing they were safe in the little room comforted him. There was one little problem. Holding Michelle by the waist, her face hidden from his view and only her sweet ass to look at, an undeniable image of Lisa entered his brain. 'Damn it, Lisa' he screamed inside his head. He took his cock and pointed it at the moist entrance to Michelle's pussy, shimmering in the room's light. The tip began to part her lips and he pushed gently. "Ohhh, Frank. Slowly, please." It was Michelle's voice, but Lisa's ass and pussy. Michelle was wet, like Lisa. Michelle was tight, like Lisa. 'Damn it. Damn it.' Frank pushed harder until his legs hit Michelle's ass and her gasp let him know he could go no farther. He reached around and put his hand on one of her breasts, squeezing it through the material of her blouse. It felt like Lisa's breast; full and soft with a prominent nipple. The more he fucked Michelle from behind the more Frank convinced himself it was Lisa leaning against the shelf, moaning and calling his name. Michelle felt his erection grow as Frank drove his cock into her deeper and faster. She felt him clutch her breast a little harder, playing with the nipple until she thought it would burst. Things Happen Ch. 02 'This man really loves me,' she said to herself, tears forming in her eyes. Neither of them needed any special attention to reach an orgasm. Frank's mind was doing its part and Michelle's heart did the rest. The moment Michelle announced she was about to cum, Frank felt his balls contract and semen flow through his thick cock. Their mutual, lustful cries only heightened the intensity. Frank emptied his cum into Michelle's waiting pussy while her body convulsed from the first orgasm during intercourse in years. By the time they were done, half the buttons on her blouse were opened from Frank's frenzied clutching. His limp cock eventually dropped out of her, juices flowing down the inside of Michelle's thighs. When Michelle turned around to kiss her lover, she hesitated for a second, shaken momentarily by what appeared to be a lack of recognition on Frank's face. Author's Note: The next chapter will mark the conclusion of the Things Happen series. You DO NOT want to miss the surprise ending to this little tale of incestuous lust. Things Happen Ch. 03 Frank O'Toole heard the water running in his daughter's shower. He pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. By the time he reached the bathroom door, his cock strained against the material of his underwear. The door was not completely shut and needed only a slight nudge to swing open. He could see the outline of Lisa's body behind the glass doors; the same body she willingly flaunted in front of him; the same body he had been using for sexual gratification for almost a year. Frank stepped out of his underwear and reached for the shower door. It slid open. "Good morning, Dad." Lisa turned to face him, water pouring over her twenty-year-old body. Frank was beyond feeling guilty about fucking his daughter. And the blowjobs. And the hand jobs. And masturbating while thinking about her naked. All of that. He was beyond being mad at her just because he couldn't stop thinking about Lisa every time he fucked his girlfriend Michelle. "Good morning, Lisa. Can I watch?" "You can help," Lisa said, handing him the sponge and body wash. "Be sure to get those hard to reach places." Frank smiled as he poured a little body wash onto the sponge and put the bottle down. He looked at his daughter's shoulders and back. They were well-developed without being masculine. Faint tan lines indicated where her bikini straps rested, when she bothered to wear a top. He began to move the sponge across her shoulders from side to side. Lisa stood far enough away from the cascading water that the soap remained on her body as Frank worked his way down. By the time he got to the top of her ass she was covered in white bubbles. He wiped the sponge across the cheek on one side of her ass, then the other. He put the sponge down and used his hands to spread the soap around. Lisa arched her back with pleasure as her father's slippery hands clutched at her soapy skin. He squeezed the little, round cheeks and ran the fingers of one hand up and down the wet space between her legs. Finally, Frank took the sponge and completed washing the back of her legs. "OK. Turn around," he ordered. Lisa immediately looked down to view the status of his erection. As suspected, it was nearly full. She smiled. Frank didn't waste any time before starting to wash the rest of his daughter. Again, he began at her shoulders. The dripping soap preceded the sponge into her cleavage. Then he commenced the slow, deliberate process of cleaning every inch of her luscious, full breasts. Lisa shivered at the slightly abrasive feeling of the sponge sliding back and forth across her nipples. Frank watched them grow under a thin layer of soap as he used his bare hands to spread the soap over each breast entirely. He cupped the breasts in his hands, then pressed them against Lisa's chest and pinched the nipples. "Oh my God," Lisa moaned. "Don't stop, please." Frank picked back up with the sponge, working his way past Lisa's stomach and down to her legs. He washed everything around, but not directly on, her pussy. Lisa slowly but surely spread her legs farther and farther apart in anticipation of her father's actions. Then Frank placed the sponge on Lisa's pussy and pulled it up agonizingly slowly. He pushed in and felt the opening to her cunt, then the space between her pussy lips and finally the hard nub of her clit. He rubbed the area several more times, soap building up until he couldn't see any of her skin. Lisa's moans assured him he was still in the right area, however. Experience with Lisa told him when it was time to move on before she came. He wanted her to beg him. He felt a little less guilt afterwards if he could convince himself she forced him into it. So he washed her shapely legs and stood up once more. Lisa kissed him enthusiastically. They both felt his hard cock pressed between their bodies. Lisa touched it, stroking it lightly while her father put his hands on her wet ass. He leaned against her so that they both moved under the direct flow of the shower. The feeling was magical; their bodies touching, water flowing over them, sexual tension building. "I want you inside me," Lisa sighed. Frank loved it when she begged. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her so that she faced the back wall. She put out her arms to brace herself and spread her legs again. Frank held the soapy sponge long enough to cover his hands, then stroked his cock one time to slick it up. He knew she wouldn't need it, but this would make it even better. Lisa supported herself in expectation of her father's initial thrust. It came quickly. Her body eagerly accepted his thick cock and she cried out her approval. Frank reached around and put his hand on one of her breasts, searching out the little nipple. A few squeezes and it wasn't so little any more. Leftover soap spread across her breasts as he massaged them while fucking her. Their bodies smacked together and between that, the water and their combined grunts, the bathroom was getting louder. "Ohh, God. That's so good, Dad. Fuck me!" Lisa moaned. "Fuck me!" "Touch yourself, Lisa. I want to hear you cum." Lisa put a hand on her clit, occasionally reaching down to feel Frank's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. She could do this all day, she thought to herself. They both paced themselves to drag it out as long as possible, but lust always won out when they got together. Lisa was the first to signal her impending orgasm. She pleaded with her father to fuck her harder and faster. Her own hand frantically rubbed at her clit while Frank clutched at her breast. She drove her ass back into her father, hoping for just one more inch of cock inside her. Frank slapped his body into Lisa's beautiful ass with each thrust. Her tight cunt wrapped itself around him, on the verge of exploding with her its orgasm and assisting him into one at the same time. "Yes, now," Lisa yelled out. "Yes! Yes!" Frank held her by the hips as she began to cum. After a few seconds, the first stream of cum poured from his cock into her cunt. Their voices drove each other on to prolonged orgasms. Sweat combined with the water still on them from the shower to soak them before they were done. Frank was barely inside his daughter as he hugged her from behind. Finally, he dropped out of her and they returned to the cool, running water of the shower. "You're good, Lisa. Really good. I wish you weren't my daughter," Frank said. "I hope you still want me," Lisa said with a hopeful look on her face. "Always." # Michelle pulled into a parking space at the far end of the little park, checking her hair before getting out of the car. It was a warm day and she walked towards a picnic table in the shade. A quick glance around seemed to confirm that nobody else was around. That was the main reason Michelle and Frank often came here after school—privacy. Michelle sat on the picnic table bench facing the parking lot. She looked down at her top. It was a deeply cut v-neck shirt she had changed into at school right before leaving. Not something she'd wear in front of the kids, she had no problem with the amount of cleavage it showed if Frank was around. The fact she had removed her bra was another reason she snuck out of school as quietly as she could. A moment later she heard a car on the gravel drive. Frank's car pulled in next to hers and he stepped out, waving to her as he did. She cheerfully waved back, that familiar shiver going through her body at the sight of him. They greeted each other with a hug and long kiss. "You look great," Frank said, not concealing his inspection of Michelle's top and slacks. "Thank you." They sat down, still holding hands. "Looks like we're alone, huh?" Frank said with a devilish smile. "Yeah, well, we've said that before." Michelle had gotten over the night Lisa interrupted them on the couch in Frank's family room, but she'd never forget it. Frank leaned over and kissed her again. "Frank, I want to ask you something," Michelle said meekly. "Sure. What?" "You've seemed awfully...uh, detached...lately. Is something the matter?" She had struggled with how to ask it and still didn't get it out very smoothly. "No. Not at all," the surprise evident in Frank's voice. "When we're together...you seem to be thinking about something else." Michelle looked down at the ground instead of into his eyes. "Nothing's wrong. I'm sorry if you think so," Frank said, holding her hand more tightly. "Is there another woman?" This time Michelle was looking straight at him, despite the tremendous courage it took on her part. "Michelle! That's ridiculous," Frank countered, an image of naked Lisa firmly planted in his mind. "Well, I worry. I don't want to lose you." She choked on the last couple words. Frank took her into his arms. Michelle started sobbing, her head buried against his neck and shoulder. "Michelle," Frank whispered. "I wouldn't leave you." After a moment of more sniveling, Michelle said, "Tell me you love me." "I love you, Michelle." He hoped it sounded more sincere to her than it did to himself. "I hope so, because I love you more than anything in the world." It was the first time she'd been so forthright with him and Frank was touched. Had he been totally blind to Michelle's growing love for him while concentrating on Lisa? If he allowed himself, could he have a wonderful, guilt-free relationship with Michelle? "Let's go for a walk," Frank said, pulling Michelle from the bench. Her crying was nearly under control as they headed for a dirt path that curled through the thick woods. It didn't take long for them to seemingly be miles from civilization. The air was cooler in the dense forest and not a sound of outside life could be heard. Frank stopped when they neared a very large tree at the side of the path. He smiled at Michelle, held her against the trunk of the tree and kissed her. Their tongues darted back and forth in a familiar pattern from many kisses before. Frank's hand found the outside of Michelle's shirt, directly on top of her breast. He felt the nipple on his palm. He pressed in, taking as much of the breast in his hand as he could. Michelle moaned in response. Her flood of earlier emotions were caving in to her desire. It got worse when she felt Frank's hand slide under her shirt and up to her breast. Immediately, he began to knead her skin and play with her hardened nipple. Her own hand searched his crotch for the hard cock she knew was there. She moved it until it pointed straight up, then rubbed it with her palm through his pants. "God, Michelle. I want to fuck you right here." Frank had her shirt raised almost to her breast. With one quick motion he leaned down, lifted the shirt and had her nipple in his mouth. Michelle quickly looked both directions on the path before allowing herself to mutter, "Harder! Suck it harder, Frank." His teeth lightly bit into the skin surrounding her nipple. She nearly screamed with delight as her breast disappeared between his lips, Frank's tongue working magic on her sensitive nipple. He was losing his mind. He wanted to rip her slacks and panties off, lay her down and fuck her madly. Frank wanted to show Michelle, and himself, that their passion was real. But she had other ideas. A bit more on the cautious side than he, Michelle decided to take the safe route. She lowered herself to his waist, her shirt still pushed above her breasts. Within seconds, Frank's throbbing cock was out of his pants. This time he was the one checking the path. All clear. Michelle kissed and licked Frank's cock. Since her breasts were readily available, she rubbed the cock over them and heard his sighs of approval. Then it was back in her mouth. He couldn't remember her ever sucking him as feverishly as she did this time. Her hand pumped the base of the cock while her mouth took care of the rest. He forgot about fucking her. This was too good. Almost as good as...'God damn it'. Almost as good as Lisa. 'Fuck'. The image appeared again. Lisa was leaning against the back of the shower, her wet ass pointed straight at him. Water dripped from her pussy as he guided his cock toward her. 'Damn it. Damn it.' Michelle clamped her lips more tightly around Frank's cock. He thought about driving his cock deep inside Lisa's cunt. He never got to warn Michelle that the first shot of his warm cum was imminent. She was surprised at the force and amount, nearly choking before starting to swallow just as the second spray coated her tongue. By the time he was done, cum was leaking onto Michelle's chin. She used his cock to wipe it off, then licked him clean. They each did what they had to to be dressed again. "Wow. That was almost as good as fucking," Michelle said. "Don't say I didn't offer," Frank replied. "You owe me." They kissed and Frank tasted a hint of leftover cum. After catching their breath, the couple walked the remainder of the path. "When does Lisa go back to school?" Michelle asked as they approached the parking lot. "She left today." Frank really didn't need to hear her name at the moment. Michelle thought maybe it wasn't the right time to ask when she could visit. He'd invite her. So, when they got to their cars they kissed one last time and got ready to leave. Frank turned on his cell phone once inside his car. There was one message. "Hello, this message is for Frank O'Toole. My name is Carol Hart and I'm calling from Central Hospital. Your daughter, Lisa, has been admitted following an auto accident. Please contact us at five, five, five, zero, one, two, three or come to the emergency room as soon as possible. Thank you." Frank felt his heart begin to pound. She had been admitted. She's still alive? 'God, don't let her die.' He looked around and realized Michelle was gone. He quickly tried to remember how to get to Central Hospital while pulling out of the parking lot, gravel spraying behind him. # Frank entered his daughter's room and thanked the hospital volunteer who had escorted him. He stopped in his tracks at the sight. Lisa's head was bandaged, her arm was in a sling and her leg in a cast. But she still managed a weak smile. "Lisa, baby. What happened?" Frank said, walking to the side of the bed. "It's OK, Dad. Just a little accident. I didn't break everything." Monitors chirped behind IV's on the far side of the bed. A little TV in the corner was tuned to the local news. "Do you hurt?" Frank asked. "Well, duh. I guess so. Like all over," Lisa said as sarcastically as she could under medication. "What have the doctors said?" "That I broke a bunch of stuff and lost a lot of blood and will need more," she answered. "OK. I'm sure they'll take care of that. I'll talk to a doctor as soon as I can," Frank assured her. They chatted for a few more minutes. Then a doctor and nurse entered the room together. The doctor introduced himself to Frank and asked if they could talk in the hallway. "Your daughter lost a lot of blood. We'll be doing transfusions for another several hours. Are you the same blood type as her?" the doctor asked. "I don't know. I'm O positive." The doctor frowned. "Oh, OK. She's AB." Frank stared at the doctor. "She's...what?" "AB" "But, that's not...I mean...Amanda...," Frank stammered. Then he stared past the doctor as if into space. "Are you OK, sir?" the doctor asked. Frank walked right past him and began moving down the hall as if in a trance. The doctor watched for a second, then shrugged and entered Lisa's room. Frank reached a window near the waiting room and gazed out, focusing on nothing for fifteen minutes. And yet, everything was clear. Perfectly clear now. He started back toward Lisa's room. # Lisa was home two days later, hobbling around the best she could and getting used to her condition before heading back to school. Frank came in and sat on the couch next to her. "Hi, Dad," Lisa said cheerfully. "Lisa, we need to talk. Seriously." "I know. No sex while I'm hurt," she said. "No, Lisa. Seriously," he said, the look on his face getting her full attention. "I found out something by accident at the hospital that affects us both. Enormously." "Wow. What is it, Dad?" He hesitated. "Your blood type...it doesn't fit. I mean, your blood type is impossible if Amanda was your mother and I was your father." Lisa stared at him. "Huh?" "We were both O. I knew that because of her accident. They needed her blood type then and I was the same. Lisa, two type O's can't have an AB child. You're AB." He watched the color drain from her face. "Holy shit." She looked out the family room window. "Jesus. Then..." "The summer before you were born, Amanda and I went camping with another couple. She had set it up. I now think she and Don set it up. He was the other guy and I often suspected they were seeing each other. Lisa, I believe that during that trip your mother and Don, uh, got together. The timing is right for when you were born." Frank thought he could sense some recognition in Lisa's eyes. "Lisa, I'm not your father." They sat motionless together. Then Lisa clung to her crutch, lifted herself off the couch and began dancing clumsily around the family room, making noises Frank hadn't heard even during their wildest sex together. He had to laugh at the scene, but worried for her safety. "Lisa. Christ, sit down before you hurt yourself." She continued to dance, or an invalid's version of dancing. "Don't you see what this means? You have to. Yes. Yes. Yes!" Finally, Lisa crashed back to the couch, right next to her...right next to Frank. "Now I have news for YOU that I learned in the hospital," she said. "Oh. What?" "Dad. You're going to be a daddy."