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Chapter One

(Written in First Person)

I'd lived a comfortable life. As comfortable as one could get considering my mom had died when I was ten. However, I never grew up bitter about it because I have a great father.

My dad told me he and my mom had met when he had come to teach her to play jazz piano and it had been love at first sight. I found out later from a journal of mom's I'd found in her box in the attic that it had really been lust at first sight.

He was fifteen, when he stepped into my eighteen year old mother's, life. They began a rigorous training process in building her jazz repertoire, and three years later on his eighteenth birthday, his libido.

No one objected when Alice Harper and John Calloway were married three months later and I was born less than six months after that, and not prematurely either, having been a whopping ten pounds and two ounces.

Yes, those were my giant days. Luckily I grew out of it, or never grew in to it as the case may be. Oh, sorry. My name is Melissa or Eli Calloway as I prefer to be called. I recently turned nineteen years old and just a few weeks before my birthday was unaware of the impending incident that would change my life.

But right now I'm moving way ahead of myself. Before I tell you of said incident, I must relay certain details of my life that, though seemingly inconsequential to those of you who seek a quick thrill, is not completely tawdry.

I had always been an overachiever, so it was little surprise when I was accepted to an Ivy League university in Massachusetts. It was greater still when my Dad declared he had accepted an offer to teach at a prominent music school there, allowing me to live rent free and supervised with him. I suppose you can tell who was happy with what end of the bargain.

Well, actually, that's not a fair picture of my character. The truth is, I'd always been, though slightly popular in the non-cheerleader, school paper editor sort of way, a little bit shy. So being supervised by my dad while a freshman at university was sort of akin to watering your garden in the rain.

I suppose after that statement I don't need to tell you I'm a virgin. But what might shock you is the admission that I've only been seriously kissed twice and that was by my boyfriend of one week Stan from the ninth grade who I found kissing Sally Bennet under the bleachers at a football game I was covering at the end of that week.

But that part isn't really relevant to the story, so let me get back to it. My mom died of breast cancer and for a reasonable amount of time, pretty much ruined our lives. It was easier for me at ten to get past losing her so in a couple of years I accepted it and moved on. It took my dad a little longer though. To this day there is still sometimes an odd look on his face when he passes our family photo on the wall over the fireplace.

But don't get it wrong, my mother had awakened a ferocious sexual b**st in him, one that had quietly bided its time during the mourning period and had erupted in a string of relationships, the last one of which leads me to the incident I had earlier mentioned.

Her name was Sophie, and she looked a lot like my mom, not that this was a pattern for my father - he didn't have those types of hang-ups. It's just that she happened to be the long-legged, big-busted singer he happened to take a liking to who happened to have the same blonde hair and hazel eyes as my mom. The last couple of months it had been a short red-headed monster who played cello in the college's orchestra. But she's out of our lives and therefore nameless, so back to Sophie.

Sophie was a nice woman and she seemed to like me. Our rapport was so good, Dad started asking her over for dinner on a semi-regular basis. When I first met her it was at one of those dinners and it became obvious to me why he liked her.

After dinner, Dad would always drive her home and say sheepishly, "Don't wait up, Honey." As if I didn't know what he was going off to do.

But knowing it and seeing it were two different things. Dad had had a steady stream of girlfriends since I was about f******n. I could see why. At thirty-seven he looked a slightly older version of himself at twenty, then, a devilishly handsome young man with his arms around his wife and his daughter in his lap. Grey had yet to touch his curly raven hair, hair that was so like mine. And the wrinkles around the corner of his blue eyes only made his smile more sincere. I'd heard an old girlfriend compare him to a bottle of wine. I don't think I need to relate the comparison.

But even though he never tried to hide the fact that he had a busy sex life, he was careful to keep it out of my way. Which meant his girlfriends didn't sleep over. So on the nights when he'd be staying over at their places, I'd have a guy friend come over and... you know.

OK, so that was a little bit of a stretch since Mr. Buckley from next door, baby-sitting and then 'checking in' on me when I got older, isn't exactly the stuff of fantasies. The truth was I didn't know what I was missing when it came to sex. I was content with study and masturbation. That is until the incident.

Ah, here it is, the incident.

I came home from school four hours earlier than I normally did one Wednesday evening because my English teacher collapsed before class and so it and the subsequent writing club got cancelled. Oh, did I mention I was doing Journalism?

Our garage is at the back of the house so I usually would enter the house through the laundry room and go up the back stairs to my room right at the top. However, Dad's car was parked blocking the driveway this day, so I was forced to park on the curb and enter through the front. I didn't call out for him because we don't normally do that. If we didn't see each other downstairs, a simple knock on a bedroom door was acknowledgment. You never know when he'd be in the process of writing or recording or riding Sophie on his bed with his door wide open in the middle of the day.

I was so shocked I nearly cried out. There was Sophie, completely naked and on all fours before him, with her enormous breasts wobbling under her as Dad pumped her from behind.

I knew in my head that I should leave silently. In fact, I saw the word 'RUN' printed boldly in my imagination but stood rooted onto the spot until my knees began to give way and I had to crouch on the door frame to keep myself upright.

I became so horny I think I actually grew some. They were in my stomach, piercing whatever organ it was that now leaked a salacious fluid all over my panties.

As wet as I was though, I was content to just watch. Sophie's moaning did well to cover up any noise I made with my wobbling knees. My undoing however, came when Dad grabbed Sophie's French plait and pulled her back up to his chest. He looked into her eyes, simultaneously slowing his pace from a near gallop to a sultry grind. And then he moaned.

It was a sound unlike any I'd ever heard before. It seemed to come out of his organ up into his chest and out of his throat through his Adam's apple, rippling its way on forbidden frequencies toward me across the room.

I came almost instantly. It was so forceful and so sudden I never had time to make a sound. But in my head it was so noisy. The sound of his moan kept reverberating. Over and over until it seemed I was riding a sea filled with waves made of his moan.

***

When it was all over, I quietly made my way up the hallway to my room.

Chapter Two.

(Written in third person)

Two months past that day, Eli admitted to herself that she was in trouble. Where once masturbation constituted clitoral stimulation while engrossed in a book, now thoughts of her father began to fill her fantasies.

At first she wisely analyzed that since it had been her first sexual encounter therefore it was quite normal to revisit the moment. However, when she began inserting a finger envisioning her thin digit would grow into his erect penis, she began to see the light.

Now she tried to tell herself that girls having crushes on their fathers was a completely normal thing. Except that most are usually nine and not nineteen, or at least a month away from that.

It was evident to her that neither John nor Sophie knew she had been there that day. Thank God for small blessings - she wouldn't have liked having to talk herself out of that situation.

She tried to act as normally as she could, which was hard seeing as she spent quite a lot of time being caught by John staring. He would always smile warmly (eternally oblivious) and ask if he had something on his face. She then learned to be more guarded in her stares and on the rare occasions she was caught nowadays her answer would be to his question, "I'm just trying to figure out what all those women see." His response would be laughter and her world would be set to right again.

School provided a good enough distraction for five minute intervals. Other than that, she was constantly ravaged by images of both of them in bed. When the first one of those had arrived, she had turned beet red in psychology class and answered a very easy question wrong.

Now, all she saw when she thought of him were images of them together. This made her so ashamed that it was becoming harder to face him each day.

***

She came home one night to find Sophie there, apron on over her short red dress and tongue buried deep inside John's throat while the kitchen sink was left running water over lettuce.

She cleared her throat sharply to get their attention and was met by two pairs of smiling eyes.

"Eli," Sophie said with real warmth in her voice. "we're cooking your favorite tonight." This meant roast pork with mashed potatoes and a green salad.

"And having all the fun without me I see," she said, placing her bag on a stool at the island.

"Well now, not all of it." Sophie laughed. Her statements like that usually made Eli remember why she liked her so much. However, tonight, her sense of humour was getting on Eli's nerves. She laughed like she loved it though.

John smiled at them and while taking the potatoes off the fire enquired about her day.

"It was good." And when she realized she sounded a bit weird, added. "I heard 'Ambrosia' on the radio." Ambrosia was a bossa nova tune John had recorded with a prominent jazz saxophonist about five years ago which had helped greatly to send Eli to university.

"Good, that means you can go to school next year after all." He was joking but it gave Eli a grave look. "What is it, hon?" he asked.

"Dad I'm... I'm gonna be nineteen in a couple of weeks."

"Let me guess, you want a birthday trip to the moon?" That was an ongoing joke with them since she was about nine. It made her smile, a little sadly though.

"No. I was wondering if we could use the royalties to pay boarding at school next semester."

It was obvious on his face that this threw him for a loop. He took a while to say something. "I don't see why. We have a good thing here. You don't live too far from school and you have a car. You..."

"John," Sophie interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. "A girl at her age needs a little bit of privacy.

The look he gave her was one of polite annoyance. "Sophie, please stay out of this." He looked at Eli. "Why do you want to move?"

'Because if I don't I'm going to make a fool of myself around you'. That's what she thought, but what she said was. "We both deserve some privacy, Dad."

"I give you privacy. And I have all the privacy I need in the world."

"C'mon, Dad. Sophie's never slept over."

"That's not a problem for us."

"Speak for yourself, John," Sophie said.

He gave her a quelling look.

Nothing was going right here. "Okay. Forget about it for tonight. We can talk about it over the weekend." It seemed everyone agreed with Eli's idea, although the rest of the night was very strained. All three ate quietly the whole time.

Eli told them she'd clean up so Sophie told her goodbye and her Dad did his usual routine, though this time minus the shyness as he still had a bit of a residual anger.

She had a bath and climbed into bed in her usual panties and tank top, quickly succumbing to the need between her legs that seemed to assail her every night these last few months.

Slipping her hand into her red panties she sighed and welcomed the familiar thoughts as her stereo churned out smooth blues by the name of Holiday.

***

John returned less than an hour later, his fight with Sophie while he drove her home having ruined all chances of a night together. He wasn't an unreasonable man. He just thought it would have been prudent of her to stay out of something that really had nothing to do with her.

He began to wonder if she was becoming too attached. That was usually a sign that he needed to cool things off. Sophie had known from the beginning not to expect much from him in terms of a relationship. He was pretty much sure he never wanted to remarry. But her knowing that and accepting it meant two different things.

Seeing the lights were off, he went in quietly, not wanting to wake Eli if she were asleep. Her room's window was to the side of the house and had a big tree right outside it which made it impossible for him to tell if she was still awake. But when he got up the stairs and walked past his bedroom door he saw the light creeping out through the sides of her door.

As he got closer, he heard the music wafting from her stereo and knocked softly enough to get her attention if she were awake but not wake her if she wasn't. When no answer came he pushed the door silently open. But what he saw made him forget his intention of turning her lights off.

Eli lay on her back, her black hair fanning around her on her blue pillow, brown eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. Her lips were red from her apparent nibbling and her white tank top wrung up to reveal her pink breasts to the hand that kneaded them, the other hand buried deep inside her scarlet underwear, working languorously in and out of her pussy.

John felt all his blood rush from his head to his groin. "Eli," he called out, slightly confused.

A number of things happened at once. Eli's eyes sprung open and there was a break in transmission on the radio. As she begun to say, "Dad" her orgasm assailed her turning the end into an exaggerated cry and the hand in her pussy began to pump faster.

For the almost half a minute it took to subside, it was all John could do to stay rooted on his spot by the door. His cock was throbbing with an insipient need and the one impulse he had was the only one he couldn't accept. And it wasn't to walk out of the room.

She was still slightly spasming when she finally refocused on him and she pulled her hand from her panties while simultaneously fixing her shirt. "Dad?"

This and the return of the radio seemed to wake him up a bit so he averted his eyes and said softly, "I'm so sorry, Melissa."

And with a very strong effort said goodnight, turned and left.

Chapter Three

Things were more than a little strained between them the next day. In fact, Eli stayed in her room for nearly an hour trying to gather the courage necessary to head downstairs for breakfast.

When she got down it was to find that John had left a note saying he had errands to run. Although she was unconvinced by this excuse, she was still relieved that the inevitable was postponed.

With it being a Saturday, she decided to call a friend from school. Karen was a twenty year old English major at the university whom Eli had met on her first day there. They had quickly become fast friends and now spent much of their free time together. She would be the perfect distraction for Eli at a time like this.

***

John came home to an empty house and couldn't say that he wasn't slightly relieved. Last night had been so unbelievable he sometimes didn't really believe it had actually happened.

Finding Eli in that position had done things to him that he couldn't understand. Well, of course he understood it... but he just couldn't accept that she had affected him in that way. Did it mean something was wrong with him?

He'd always enjoyed sex, loved women and thought that as long as something felt good it couldn't be wrong. But that philosophy just didn't add up for him now, because last night had felt too good for something that was so wrong.

The only time he could remember getting a hard-on so quickly was the first time with Alice. And he was fairly certain it hadn't gotten that hard until near the end of their sexual encounter, not the beginning... and certainly not when he hadn't even touched her.

His problem wasn't that he had caught his daughter masturbating and gotten hard, that was only too natural a thing. The problem lay in that he hadn't stopped thinking about it, and was still so easily excitable by the vision that he didn't even trust closing his eyes.

This wasn't working out after all. Maybe the best thing would be that Eli moved out. And soon, before he did something she'd never forgive.

***

They talked it over that evening and it was decided she would move into a dorm come the next semester. The only problem was that that was nearly five months away.

He told her last night had made him realize her need for freedom, and she told him that he needed some too, even if he didn't realize it. They left the topic of the night before pretty dry though, neither really wanting to acknowledge to the other what had happened.

Life went on rather normally for them for the next four weeks. Ignoring the fact of what had happened made it easier for them to delve back into their usual routine, though their relationship lacked the cordiality that had been there before.

Three days before her nineteenth birthday presented the perfect opportunity for John to make up for the sour twist in their relationship since he felt it was his fault.

The city's leading newspaper wanted to run an article about a show being put on by John and a group of musicians he sometimes worked with that was scheduled for the night of Eli's nineteenth birthday. The only problem was, their only reporter knowledgeable enough about music to critique a slightly avant-garde jazz show was out of town covering one of the countries most respected music award shows.

John formed the idea quickly in his head and presented a portfolio of Eli's best work to the editor, explaining that she was also his daughter so she knew as much about jazz as he did.

The editor was a little skeptical at first, though he openly acknowledged that Eli's work was very good and he didn't doubt her expertise on music. He had to point out that the article would be put in a very important slot in the paper so he couldn't answer lightly. He called John early the next day though and told him she had the 'Okay'.

She was so ecstatic when she heard that their hug was pretty normal, unstrained like the last couple they had shared.

Feeling light-hearted, he joked. "Only you could get excited about working on your birthday."

"Oh, but I'll enjoy your show too." She gave a beaming smile and excused herself from the breakfast table to call Karen with the good news. Karen was genuinely excited and offered to take her shopping for her dress.

"I was going to pick up your present at the mall today anyway. So while you browse I could just run and get it."

"That's a great plan, we can go after my creative writing class."

The dress Eli picked out nearly drove John crazy when he first saw her backstage. He had had to come in early so she had driven herself to the venue which meant he hadn't seen her before now, and he felt that it was a blessing to have everyone about them now where he couldn't possibly do anything stupid.

It wasn't that the dress was revealing or extremely tight. In fact, the loose fit of it was what made it so sexy. The fabric seemed to swim over her body with every move she made. It showed elegantly the small of her waist and the generous curve of her hips where a knot of material began a split that ran all the way to the hem of the dress at her knee. What was sexy though was that the dress was, and he knew he could remember correctly, the same shade of red as the panties he had saw her masturbating in over a month ago.

She gave him a timid smile which opposingly seemed to ask, 'You like?' He nodded his approval to her unspoken question and then forced his eyes to take in the parts of her outfit that didn't have a direct link to any sordid memories. Her hair was out and she had blow-dried her curls out making it fall smoothly down her shoulders. It looked as black as coal against her dress. No, don't think about the dress. She was wearing the necklace he had given her for a present earlier, a white gold and diamond contraption that had cost him more than her last three birthday presents combined. But it had somehow seemed appropriate.

When she finished closing the gap between them he noticed that she was almost the same height as his 6'2" frame. Her heels had to be at least four inches tall to obtain that. He'd never seen her in heels before and the sight of her legs in the strappy red shoes almost made him light-headed.

"You okay, Dad?" she asked, concern all over her face and voice.

"Yeah, just a bit nervous."

She misunderstood his meaning... Thank God! "Don't worry, it's avant-garde, if you mess up no one will know," she said jokingly.

Rather than defend the art form, he agreed and said, "Well, you can't really play a 'wrong chord' in jazz. I don't think even I would know if I messed up."

At this she laughed sweetly, her smile transformed her into something ethereal. Why was he thinking like this? She's your daughter!

"You look beautiful, Eli." He felt he owed that. Her eyes began to shine brighter at this and she kissed him on the cheek, returning the compliment.

When she backed away though, her smile looked slightly strained. "Sophie's here."

***

The show had been a success. It turned out a crowd so packed, people had been asked to leave as there was no more room inside. Eli had always been slightly surprised at her father's vast underground popularity, but today cemented in her head that her father was slightly famous. She was even more grateful to him for giving up touring to raise her after her mom had died.

She got home about a half-hour before he did as he had had to pull down his equipment to take it back home.

It gave her just enough time to finish the article most of which she had written on her laptop at the show. When she heard him come through the front door she quickly sent the article to the newspaper by e-mail and printed a copy, which she took downstairs for him to read.

"Are you ready to read what I wrote about you?" She asked as she bounded down the stairs as fast as the dress would let her and he came out of the kitchen with a beer in hand.

"Yeah. But first, did you enjoy your birthday?" When she gave a vigorous nod he raised a brow. "Even without the cake?"

"No," she joked. "That part I was pissed off about." She handed him the article and they sat on the sofa while he read it.

"Read it out loud," she urged as his 'hmm's' and 'really's' began to get on her nerves. When he did though, she began to frown.

"Don't get me wrong, the band was good." He began. "At least the ten seconds of tuning they did before actually playing. Then it became a fiasco."

"I didn't write that." She protested, only half-amused.

"Yes you did, it's right here." And he turned the paper to her but when she reached for it he turned it back and continued to read.

"If anyone in the crowd was familiar with any of the songs they claim to have played, they sure..." He cut off, jumping off the seat as she made a dive for the paper.

He backed up as she came menacingly toward him, her height now significantly diminished by her bare feet.

"Their rendition of what was supposed to be "Misty" reminded me of when our neighbour's cat, Scruffles, had gotten his tail stuck in the garbage disposal."

All her jumping was in vain, she was too short to reach the paper her held high above his head. So she did the next logical thing, she jumped... on him.

The move was so unexpected that John lost his balance and they both fell over.

"Oh, Jesus, Dad, did you hit your head?" she asked, not noticing that she had straddled him. But he noticed, and his cock noticed too.

"No, I'm fine. Are you okay?" His mind urged her silently not to move back. Oops, too late.

She didn't answer his question due to the fact that her bottom had come into direct contact with his straining cock through the barrier of his pants.

Moments went by and nobody did anything. John began to feel his shirt under which she sat become damp. No, she couldn't be that wet. As he thought this, Eli did the most unexpected thing, she pushed on his chest and slid herself down right over his crotch. They were now brazenly in line with each other's arousals and she began to rock.

It was slow at first, almost imperceptible, but as her excitement grew it became a more pronounced grind. His mind went suddenly blank as it processed what was going on, his knees u*********sly rising to support her. With each stab of her ass against his cock, it twitched and got that much harder.

Her eyes were shut tightly and her hair cascaded around her face which was knotted tight with concentration to the pleasure she so obviously felt. He couldn't tell if the wetness of his pants was due to his own precum or her juices. She kept her pace steady, grinding backwards and down and rolling forward with her hips the same way. If she was doing this all by instinct, he never knew. He only knew it was by far the most erotic thing he had ever felt. Her breathing became much harsher and soon she was moaning and hissing under her breath. She was close to climaxing.

Suddenly, sense caught up with him and he realized he should have stopped her a long time ago. He gripped her shoulders and rolled over, pinning her underneath him this time. This seemed to have the effect of being thrown into an icy lake on her, her eyes flew immediately open and a terrified look filled the deep brown pools.

"Get off, Dad." She whispered, her eyes sprang with tears and she turned her head away from him.

He rolled back into his former position and covered his eyes with an arm, somehow trying to block out the truth. He heard her sit up and knew she was crying though he didn't hear it at first.

"I can't stay here until the hostels open up. I have to find someplace to stay during the interim." She said, her voice surprisingly controlled. "I can't... I can't live with you anymore, Dad." And with that, she scrambled to her feet and ran to her room.

Chapter Four

John woke up the next morning riddled with guilt.

The night a month ago when he had walked in on Eli masturbating, he had found the will to suppress his needs and a cold shower had sufficed to shake the demon off. However, after last night's dry humping disaster, his willpower had run out. Boy, if his shower could talk.

He tried to logically think the situation over as he sat drinking coffee and playing with a bagel for breakfast, but a ring of the doorbell fifteen minutes later saw him no closer to an acceptable conclusion.

He went to the door and opened it to find Karen standing there, a big smile on her face.

"Morning, Mr. Calloway I never got to tell you how great you were last night." Her smile was a bit mischievous, as if she was flirting.

He smiled wanly. "Thank you, Karen," he stepped aside to let her in. "Come in."

Before she did though, Eli bounded down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with a deer caught in headlights look in her eyes.

Karen didn't notice though and turned with a huge smile back to John. "We're gonna have so much fun picking an apartment for Eli. Are you sure you can't come?"

Her obvious flirtation was lost as John looked questioningly at Eli who was avoiding his gaze.

"Mr. Calloway?" Karen continued when he didn't answer.

"No. I have work to do." He said.

Eli began to push Karen out the door, eyes still averted as she passed him with a slight, "Bye, Dad."

***

The day had been extremely rough for Eli, worse with Karen being her usual bubbly self, oblivious to Eli's dilemma.

She hardly wanted the day to end so she wouldn't have to go home to see her dad. How he must hate her. Or at the least find her simply disgusting.

She didn't know much about men, but she knew enough to not read too much into the fact that he had had an erection during her 'display' the night before. She couldn't have expected any man to react differently when a girl was so wantonly using his cock to get off.

But he on the other hand must certainly know by now how he affected her. The question was, could their relationship survive her depravity?

When it was nearly nightfall, she returned to find him waiting for her in the living room with the announcement, "We have to talk."

They ate dinner quietly and then, after he had cleaned up got himself a drink and her a beer.

She looked at him questioningly when he handed it to her.

"I thought you might need something to relax." He sat in an armchair across from hers and waited a while before directing his first question. "What happened last night, Eli?"

She took her first drink of the beer... a long one. "Last night was the culmination of a couple of month's very i****tuous thoughts." She said it slowly, wanting to choke back the confession and lie about it.

He looked down at his drink, the right thing to do would have been to confess his thoughts too. No... that would just be stupid.

And with one huge swig of beer, "I'm very attracted to you, Dad. I'm even afraid to analyze how much."

She watched his face for a negative reaction. Or even a positive one, but she saw nothing. He was stoic and guarded. He had to hate her by now.

"I think you'll agree with me now that I have to leave." It wasn't really a question, but she was looking at him expectantly.

He nodded. "I think that would be best."

She cried silently now, keeping her voice steady so he wouldn't know. "I found an apartment that's close to school today. It's small, but functional. And it's not too expensive. Anyway, I would move in to a dorm in a couple of months so we wouldn't have to pay rent for too long. I could even use the money from the newspaper to pay for the first couple of months."

"No, you keep your money." His voice was as quiet as hers. "I would like to see the apartment though."

Shit, her beer was done. "You could come when I finalize the deal and move in tomorrow."

This surprised him. "Tomorrow?"

She nodded. "I have school on Monday, it would be best."

He nodded his agreement. "Okay. Just tell me when."

***

The apartment was small, but it was furnished in a way that made it look bigger than it actually was. The landlord was a nice man too, when he didn't make it his point of duty to ogle Eli.

When John first noticed he was a little ticked off, now he was so more than a little.

"And see, it even has a half-decent view of the park." The statement was for John, but the hand he placed on Eli's back, leading her to said window, was purely for himself.

John was trying to resign himself to the fact that this was pretty much the end of the road for him and his daughter. Even if she were to get over her attraction to him, the reality of what had already happened might be too much for them to resolve.

He knew that when she moved out he would see her less and less. That would be the only way to deal with the pain. Until the only time they saw each other was over forced lunches in a very public place out of mere propriety.

That hurt the most because ever since Alice had died, they'd been each other's worlds. Every decision he made had been out of love for her. It was time to make another, and he knew what it had to be.

"So you will take the apartment?" The man asked, hope alight in his eyes for more reasons than the obvious.

Eli gave John one last look. "Yes."

Almost immediately. "No."

Her eyes flashed with a tired anger. "Dad."

"We need to talk more, Eli."

"No, we don't. Dad, there's nothing else we can..."

"I'll give you what you want, Eli." This took the air out of her lungs.

"What?" It was almost a breath.

"Let's go home."

As they left, the landlord wondered bitterly what kind of a spoiled brat would threaten moving out just to get what she wanted.

***

The drive home was silent. Eli was afraid even to breathe. Had she possibly misunderstood him? She must have. But that didn't stop her heart from racing. They pulled into the driveway and drove around to the garage.

The garage door closed behind them as he shut the engine off. Eli kept her eyes straight ahead. "What did you mean?" She asked softly, afraid still to look at him.

He hooked his forefinger under her chin and turned her to face him. "By what?" He couldn't help himself.

"You said you'd give me what I want," she hated that she sounded so small. "But I don't know what you..."

She shut up when he was so close to her that she could smell his aftershave, the same brand he'd used since she was a little girl.

A sigh escaped her lips when he kissed her, giving him instant access to her feverish mouth. He aimed for gentleness with his kiss, but when his tongue was met by hers, electricity jolted him to responsiveness.

They kissed hungrily, neither one wanting to break their hold until they felt they might die from lack of air. One hand wove around her waist and the other one around her neck. His fingers undid her ponytail and he gripped a handful of her curls and pulled her head back, thrusting her neck forward to his waiting lips.

She gasped as he ran his tongue across her collarbone, simultaneously cupping a breast through her thin T-shirt. They were not too big but not small, in fact, they fit into his palm exactly. Her nipples were as responsive as the rest of her seemed to be, rising instantly to his touch until it felt like it was trying to burn through his hand.

Touching her like this made him so heady, he needed desperately to watch her come. Hooking one arm across her shoulders to keep her steady, he let the other go to work on her zipper.

Sensing what was to come, a shudder escaped her and she murmured, "Oh, God."

The murmur became a cry when his finger delved into her. She bucked instantly, squishing her juices all over his hand. She turned into his shoulder and mewled, helplessly surrendering to what he was awakening inside her.

No one had ever touched her like this before, and it had never felt this way when she did it herself. It didn't take long for her to come, and when she did, it was in waves all over him. She threw her head back and positively screamed her release.

He reclaimed her mouth as his hand left her pants to kiss her until her climax had subsided. He needed to take her upstairs before his cock made it impossible for him to move.

He led her by the hand upstairs, this somehow more seductive than any breed of carrying he could have done. He almost chuckled when he looked behind him to see the look of nervous anticipation on her face coupled with the sight of her pants with its open zipper.

When they reached his bedroom he barely got her through the room before he started attacking her clothes. All the weeks of tension had built up in him now to almost unclassified proportions. He needed to do something about that quick.

When she was fully naked before him he looked over her and felt his chest swell with pride and anticipation.

"Undress me." He commanded softly.

Eli swallowed nervously as she reached out a hand to unbutton his shirt. She had dreamed of this so many times, and now that it was here the enormity of it hit her. The fact that he was her father heightened her arousal to such a peak she forgot that this wasn't the rightest thing in the world to do.

When she reached his pants she had to bend to get them down, and in doing so, when his cock sprang free, it was directly level with her eyes.

She gasped when she saw it. She had never actually seen it before as he had had it buried in Sophie at the time, but now she was seeing it up close. So close, she could almost taste it.

"No, not... not yet," he said as he raised her up and pinned her against the back of the door. She had been about to touch her tongue to the bulbous head of his penis when he had stopped her. "Tonight is for you, Eli. Plus if you touch me now, all our fun will be over."

He knelt before her and raised one of her legs over his shoulder. Eli vaguely knew what he was about to do, but didn't know what to expect. When his tongue touched her clit, her knees gave way and she fell in a bundle into his arms, taking down a poster with her.

John laughed. "Maybe we should take this to the bed." He led her once again by the hand to the bed and watched her lie across it. He was transfixed by her beauty. He had always looked on her and seen a beautiful little girl, up until the night he had been witness to her wanton sexuality. Now he looked at her and saw her, legs spread in anticipation, a woman. His woman.

He lowered his head back to her pussy and began his onslaught. Taking his time with his tongue, he slipped a finger easily inside her, feeling her walls frantically squeezing against his digit. He began to worry a little. What if he was too big for her? Some of his ex's used to say that he could rip them apart if he got too wild, he'd always been able to control himself though. But he didn't think he could control himself with Eli.

Her second climax of the night came soon afterwards. He had to put his free hand on her stomach to keep her steady as his tongue and finger continued to work her over.

He kept going a little while longer, loving the taste and smell of her, but soon he became aware yet again of his closeness to the edge. He extracted his finger from her and saw her eyes glass over with lust as he licked it clean of her come.

He began to kiss her all over, paying her breasts attention one at a time before returning to her mouth. They were on their sides by this time, one of her legs propped over his, their sexes rubbing to create near-delirium in their minds.

It was in this position he took her. They continued to kiss as he guided his cock into her an inch at a time.

"You're so tight, Eli. You're gonna drive me crazy," he said, taking his time as much for her benefit as for his.

"Oh, Daddy," was all she could say. She knew she should tell him now that she was a virgin, but the intensity of the moment took her breath away.

At that moment he stopped, a frown shadowed his face. Before she could ask him what was wrong though, he dove into her the rest of the way. Eli cried out, not in pain, but in release. Another orgasm crested through her as he began to set his pace.

They looked into each others eyes the whole time as he rode her ferociously, kissing passionately when they weren't.

It seemed as though their whole lives had been made for this moment, and they knew they were made for each other.

Suddenly, out of the dust of his wild thrusting, he slowed the pace down so rapidly it was like the sudden stillness after an earthquake. They weren't kissing then, but their mouths were close, open and swallowing each others gasps.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" he asked.

"I figured you'd find out anyway," she said cheekily. She was rewarded by a sudden buck of his hips that did things to her unexplainable by words.

Without skipping a beat he went maddeningly back to the prior pace.

"God you're good at this," she said, feeling her orgasm building. It caused her walls to tighten suddenly which was driving John wild.

"I love you so much, Eli," he said, planting a soft kiss on her mouth.

"I love you too, Dad."

He began to pick up the pace again slowly. He felt it coming closer and closer with each thrust. When finally it came, a moan tore forth from deep inside him.

Chapter Five

There was an unsettling feeling of guilt that accompanied the sunrise that morning. It came seeping into Eli's consciousness much like the daylight did through the window of John's bedroom, planting itself in the same juncture between her eyes as did glare of the sun.

Of all the things she could have inherited from her mother. She hadn't got her blonde hair or blue eyes, nor her love of a****ls or rather a****l skin. But she had inherited something infinitely bigger. She'd inherited a lover, her father, the source of her guilt.

When she had opened her eyes and found herself alone in his bed, her hope that he didn't regret the night before had died. And thus her guilt was born. He must regret their lovemaking, that was the only explanation.

She hadn't thought she could feel any more wretched than she had for the last couple of weeks, but this surmounted everything. She needed to talk to him, fix the pain she was so obviously causing.

She sprinted from bed and almost forgot she was still very naked, grabbing the sheet, she wrapped it around herself and completely missed the small spots of blood that tarnished the whiteness.

It wasn't until she was at the bottom of the stairs that she heard the voices coming from the kitchen. It didn't take much dialogue for her to recognize Sophie's voice. It was then, right before she turned the corner to the kitchen where they were, that she saw the blood.

Shit...

She rushed upstairs to her room and changed into her biggest T-shirt and a pair of shorts. She stopped long enough to brush her teeth and hair and wash her face, telling herself she just wanted to make certain she didn't show any obvious signs of last night's events, but really she was giving herself time.

When she got back downstairs, taking all of about fifteen minutes before she decided she had better face Sophie, it was to find her holding John's hands in both of hers while looking imploringly into his eyes.

Jealousy snaked through her, replaced by anger when John suddenly recoiled from Sophie's grasp when he noticed her, his face full of guilt. This dismissed her anger and replaced it with fear, she turned expectant eyes to Sophie.

"Sophie, what are you doing here?" It was Sophie's time to recoil.

What was going on here?

"I'm sorry to intrude, Eli."

Eli became instantly apologetic. "No, it's... it's just that I'm not used to seeing you so... early. I just thought something might be wrong."

'Oh God, had Dad called her over to confess?' She wondered.

Sophie seemed to accept this and smiled, though not as cheerily as she used to. "I actually came to bear good news."

When she didn't say anything else Eli became aware that she was standing much too firmly in the center of the doorway, so she walked to the fridge and took out a carton of milk. Sophie continued her story when Eli came to the table with her cereal, milk and bowl and spoon.

"My company," she worked for a very successful events planning company. "has been putting on for the past number of years a Caribbean Jazz and Blues Festival which has gained in popularity and has become one of the most highly anticipated events annually in the jazz community."

Eli listened, while forcing the cereal she really didn't want down her throat. What she wanted was for Sophie to leave, and for her Dad to explain to her the strange look on his face she saw whenever she dared to look at him.

He looked back at her finally, and a smile started in his eyes. It was a smile filled with sexual innuendo, she nearly choked and quickly looked to see that Sophie hadn't noticed a thing. She was saying something about John's trip to Jamaica.

"What?" Eli had been so focused on John's smile that she had blocked out Sophie's voice.

"We need him for the culminating show, which features..." she named one of the world's most prominent jazz singers. "She lost her pianist due to a broken arm he suffered while scuba diving three days ago in Anguilla. She asked specifically for your father." She turned to John again when she said this, but found that he was avoiding her eyes.

She took a steady breath and began to rise from her chair. "I must get back to work. Your father can fill you in on the rest of the details." She declined when John offered to walk her to the front door, and was out of the kitchen before he sat back down.

Eli kept putting cereal into her mouth, still so nervous she didn't even taste it. She had no intention of stopping until John moved the bowl aside.

"It was my intention to stay with you."

She felt her insides grow tender.

"I broke things off with Sophie the night of my show. So that look you gave me when you came in," his accusing voice and teasing expression didn't match. "hurt my feelings."

She couldn't help laughing. Her confidence was rushing back. "I didn't know you broke it off with her. And you looked pretty cozy."

His look became more pensive.

"She didn't take it too well I suppose." She said.

He folded his arms and leaned back in the chair, shaking his head he said, "We were in two different places." A pause. "I mean, for instance, this morning..." he started to grin mischievously. "I was in bed with you."

Eli laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood but couldn't help the blush that came to her cheeks, he wasn't letting her off the hook though.

"Where I would like to be again. Soon." He added. "But first, and I know I've been saying this a lot lately, we need to talk. Or rather, I need to talk."

When her brow knotted up with worry, he reached across and thumbed her cheek, quickly telling her that he had no regrets about his decision. His eyes showed a, 'however' though, so Eli smiled, but the frown only slightly diminished.

"Melissa..." great, he used her full name. "I have been in quite a few rela... I'll make this short, you have to get to school.

"I know what fits, Eli. I know that for me... it's you." He pauses. "I also know that you are so mature, but still so inexperienced..."

"Dad... no." She pleaded, near tears. "You can't be saying..."

He silenced her with a shh and his index pressed gently to her mouth. He gave her a 'silly rabbit' look. "Are you blocking out parts of what I'm saying? I fully intent to fuck you before you have to leave for school, but not before I finish what I have to say."

She was confused, but his harsh language and the images it portrayed had burned a hole in her stomach that kept her silent.

"What I am trying to say is... I'm a given, Eli for as long as you want me. And when you meet someone else," He nodded, dismissing the look of denial in her eyes. "You probably will, don't feel you need to spare my feelings. All I want is your promise that we will always be close, sex or no."

"What about you? What if you find someone else?" She asked, her voice tiny.

He smiled crookedly. "That won't happen, I told you... you fit."

"Oh Dad." She whispered, immensely overwhelmed.

"Promise me." He said as he cleared the milk and cereal boxes to the edge of the table.

"I promise."

*****

Eli didn't focus much in class that day. And she didn't feel she was expected to, because even if she'd given it any effort, economy was just about as unappealing as the memory of this morning was appealing.

He hadn't even waited until the breath of her 'I promise' had died from her lips. He had grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her out of her seat and over the table towards him, cereal bowl hitting tiles and breaking loudly not at all a distraction. Her shorts were stretched to one side as she had straddled him on the seat, toes just touching the floor each time she raised herself off his cock to sink down again.

She was lost in this thought when Karen nudged her playfully.

"You do realize class is over, right?" To be sure, she and everyone else were gathering their books and Mr. Dickenson cleaned the board of what to Eli were a bunch of random numbers.

"Were those?" Eli asked, rising slowly from the seat.

"Yeah."

Oh, she formed with her mouth. "Can I..?"

"Sure, you can borrow my book." A mischievous look. "If you tell me who you were drooling over."

He sucked a nipple into his mouth through her shirt, the cotton barrier providing little shield from his gentle nibbling. "Oh, FUCK." She had shouted.

Eli couldn't help blushing. "I wasn't drooling over anyone."

"Oh please, I know that look. That's the same look I get when I'm around your father."

Eli looked at her fiercely, Karen misunderstood.

"Sorry, I know that's the last thing you want to hear, but Jesus. He's not even my type, it's just that he's so sexy when his fingers are flying over the piano keys. Makes you wonder what they could do to you."

He was rubbing her clit, hand buried deep in her shorts. "Ride me, baby."

"Oh my God, Eli. I'm so sorry. That's probably more than you want to hear." She laughed though, not repentant at all. "Is he still with that Sophie chick?"

But Eli had walked off.

"Jeez, fine I'll stop talking."

Eli kept on walking.

"So you don't want my notes?"

Eli stopped.

Karen pretended like she had never said anything, her eyes looking aimlessly around her.

Eli smiled and said, "I have to get some new clothes. I'm going on a trip to Jamaica."

*****

In two days John left, though quite reluctantly, for Jamaica. The festival there would end after three nights of shows, the last of which he would be playing on, but he had been asked to arrive a week and a half earlier for the necessary rehearsals.

In those two days, he had not been able to get enough of Eli, nor she of him. They spent the hours when she wasn't at school christening every room in the house. Tainting was more likely the word, John thought with a chuckle as he remembered Eli's sudden shift to brazen philippics. "Fuck me, Daddy," had become a staple in her vocabulary.

Sitting in the first class section of the Jamaican airplane, he felt the now familiar pang of longing mixed with regret his sojourn was affording him. He would have loved to have taken her with him, but he knew she had her mid-terms at the start of next week, there was no way she could have come.

"Sir, may I get you anything?" Asked the stunning hostess, a Jamaican native by her beautifully accented English. John noticed her smile, a little too helpful, and realized she meant to get him anything.

"No I'm fine, thank you." Funny, how he might have reacted a few weeks ago to the same advance. He felt like he was married all over again. He was in love with her.

"Shit." He said out loud, to himself, 'when did that happen?'

Chapter Six

Four days in Jamaica gave John such a bittersweet feeling. The place was beautiful, but made for lovers. He tried to fill his days though, when he wasn't rehearsing, (which took up many hours of the day) he was checking out the night- life of Montego Bay.

It was surprising to him the variety of different bands Jamaica boasted, one only hears about the reggae and dancehall, not about the jazz and blues, even though Ernie Ranglin, a prominent Jamaican guitarist was named top jazz guitarist internationally not so many years ago.

He felt slightly traitorous enjoying any aspect of the country without Eli. He talked to her everyday, always surprised when she didn't sound more disappointed by not being able to be there.

Which was probably why come Monday afternoon, she strolled casually into the rehearsal room at the hotel, a smile on her face as he missed the key change, and she took a seat in the back, notepad in hand.

He had a hard time remembering chord progressions for the rest of the rehearsal, and she had a hard time trying to hide a smug grin. At the end, everyone laughed it off as 'John's day'. It was an inside joke that everyone in the band be allowed one day to mess up. John was the third person to have his used his card.

Eli walked up and introduced herself to the group as Melissa Francis (her mother's maiden name), noting the look on her father's face as she shook his hand, her smile beamed even brighter. She explained to them that she was sent to write (for the same newspaper that commissioned the article about John's show – though she left that part out) an article about the festival and its socio-economic effect on Jamaica.

John frowned at this, wondering how much of it was true. She mingled with the crowd, paying him no special attention, until they were left with only two people besides themselves in the room.

"Mr. Calloway, may I quote you for my article?" She asked loud enough for the others to hear.

"Of course," he could barely hide the amusement from his voice. They went to a corner of the ballroom and noticed the remaining people picking food from the table that was set.

"You're crazy," he said in a hushed whisper.

She kissed him quickly on the lips after seeing no one was looking. "I missed you."

"How did you get here?"

"I talked the newspaper into sending me, well I told them I'd pay all the expenses."

"But your mid-terms..."

"Oh, when the university learned that they would get credit for the article on the 'Biggest Event in Jazz 2006'," she was obviously impersonating someone, "They were more than happy to offer alternate methods of grading."

He grinned, noticing they were now alone. Their kiss was urgent and held all that they had missed over the last four days.

"Where are you staying?" He asked, desperately needing to be inside her.

"A floor below yours. But I have to meet the promoters of the show in fifteen minutes right here."

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "You realize that between my rehearsals and your research into the socio-economic state of Jamaica, we'll have very little time for each other?"

It was her turn to give him the 'silly rabbit' look. "That's why," she said as she pressed herself against him, running her fingers over his manhood, "we have to milk the time we have together for all it's worth."

His expression darkened immediately and he lifted her feet off the ground and walked with her towards the baby grand on the stage.

Sitting on the stool with her in his lap, he closed the lid over the keys and sat her on it. With her legs on the stool on either side of him, she giggled. "We didn't lock the door, we could get caught."

He was hiking up her skirt and pushing her panties aside regardless. While lowering his head to the source of the distinct scent of arousal filling his nostrils, he looked up and her. "Then you better come quick."

His tongue found her feverish clit and began a series of twirls and flicks that soon had her throwing her head back. There was the lightest splash of notes as her hair hit the delicate strings and hammers inside the piano, making her giggle at the lewdness of their position.

Her juices were flowing quickly out of her, but just as quickly into his mouth as he locked his lips over her opening and sucked gently. He looked up to see her pinching her nipples through the fabric of her silk blouse, so close to the edge she was unaware of what was going on around them. With good timing, he stuck a finger of his, smeared with her come, into her mouth as she climaxed, greatly muffling the scream what would have alerted company.

With weak limbs, she slid off the piano, coming to her knees before him. "You've got eight minutes." He said as she took his rigid cock out, the tip already red with anticipation.

Her only answer was to graze the tip ever so slightly with her teeth.

"Aah," He sighed. He didn't know if all the pleasure was because of the time away from her, or the precariousness of their situation... or both.

She took only about an inch into her mouth, and sucked on it while making circles with her tongue. She was learning quickly how to make him come like this, every time she did it, she got better.

He felt the pressure building in that one place, and grabbed her hair while sliding his whole length into her mouth. To their surprise, she didn't gag, and John didn't lose a beat but started pumping himself into her mouth.

It was half brutal the way he was thrusting in and out of her mouth, but so sexy that before long, they were both shuddering through mutual climaxes.

Eli barely made it up in time to make herself presentable before the promotors walked in.

*****

They did find time to spend together, trips to famous hotspots like Dunn's River Falls and Rose Hall Estate afforded them much needed privacy. Well, as much as one could get at an overcrowded tourist attraction and the great house of a suspected dead witch.

They went out dancing each night and on the Wednesday, found themselves in Kingston where they took in the historical buildings. Eli had then the perfect opportunity to amass her knowledge on the Jamaican people, even taking census, when she could pry herself away from John's lips, of passers by on the street, with the help of their Jamaican guide from the hotel.

She was as surprised as he to find a vibrant jazz life thriving in the island. She'd already known it was the musical mecca for the world, but she had not seen past its popular music. This would be an exciting angle for her story. Not that she could focus much time on actually writing it with the amount of sex she was having.

They did it everywhere. At least everywhere they could find a modicum of privacy and were only caught twice... by strangers. But, that was expected from two tourists on vacation in the Caribbean.

Saturday night came too soon. The shows were lasting well into the next mornings and since they had gotten progressively longer and progressively more packed, this night, being the last night, saw daybreak meeting the final act on stage.

Eli, who had watched the show curled up in a chair backstage on the monitor, had rushed to the front of the stage for her Dad's band. The set was great, and so the crowd called out for more, keeping them on stage for about an hour of jamming until they had exhausted their mutual repertoires.

As they drove back to the hotel, snuggled as close as they dared in the back of the band bus, they simply held hands, a little sad their trip would be coming to an end the next night.

*****

They came into his suite to find a bottle of champagne chilled, compliments of the promoters of the show.

Eli ran towards it with a giggle. "Maybe we should call for some strawberries."

He came up behind her and sucked on an earlobe.

"And some whipped cream." She was breathless. "Do you know how much fun we could have with whipped cream?"

He spun her around and began to take her clothes off. "Right now Eli, the only thing I'm hungry for is you."

No sooner were they undressed, than on the bed in a tangle of already sweaty limbs. Eli ran her nails on his back as he sunk into her.

"I'll never be tired of you." He said to her, building his pace.

"Oh,' She gasped. "Fuck me harder."

He pulled out and flipped her over on her hands and knees. Even though they'd been together numerous times, he had never taken her like this. It brought back memories of what had first sparked her attraction to him.

The thrusts became deeper, his pace faster and their moaning louder. Perhaps that's why they didn't hear the knock on the door or the high heeled footsteps that came down the hall.

*****

Sophie had knocked on the door softly, her intention was to surprise John, that would work better if she just used the key she had gotten downstairs. She reasoned that he had just been angry at her for her interference with Eli and so he had spoken hastily.

That's why she had been so eager to get him on the show, a week and a half on a romantic island would have worked them out. But she hadn't counted on her company sending her somewhere else, until she had only been able to fly down last minute tonight, well, last night, just before the show.

As she walked down the hall to the closed bedroom door, she began to hear soft moans. Oh no! He's in there with another woman.

This gave her pause. It must be a local, or a slut from one of the other bands. Either way, she needed to see, so she pushed the door open... and felt her stomach hit the ground.

"YOU SICK BASTARD!" She shouted.

*****

Most embarrassing was the squishy popping sound created when John pulled out of Eli. There was a mad scrambling for clothes and to her credit, Sophie stayed by the door.

John found his pants, and handed Eli his shirt when she had trouble finding her clothes.

"How could you do this?" Her voice was now a whisper made so dramatic by the previous thundering decibels. "How could you do this to your daughter?

"Eli, did he **** you?" She pressed her hands to her face as if to push the words back in, they were never spoken.

Tears streamed down her eyes as she noted the truth on Melissa's face. No!

"You're sick." Then through her gritted teeth she shouted, "Both of you are SICK." She then turned to walk out. However, when she got to the front door, she stopped, not able to get any further.

John and Eli ran out after her. "I'm so sorry for your pain, Sophie." John said, wanting to comfort her but not daring to go near her.

She looked at him with unabashed contempt. "My pain?" she spat. "I loved you." It was an accusation.

"And I love Eli. I'm past feeling guilty about it now." He declared as kindly as he could.

She scoffed. "I hope you know you're going to hell." She put her hand on the door to leave.

"Sophie, please..." Eli stopped her.

"Don't worry, Eli." She reassured, though her voice held such hatred, the words seemed comical. "I won't tell anybody of your sin." She rolled her eyes around the room before stopping on John.

"You left me for your daughter. I have too much pride to tell that to anyone." And with that, she left.

Epilogue

Written in First Person

Well... see what I meant about life-changing? Who knew when I came home early that Wednesday afternoon it would be to find my life?

We've been home for three months now and I believe Sophie has kept her word about not saying anything, probably not as a favor to us anyway.

I told Karen about my Dad and I (thank God she's liberal minded), and she's sort of ok with it, though a little bit bitter that I got to him first. It's my theory she may have had a relationship with her father but she's not ready to tell me about that yet.

Oh, and I talked Dad out of his notion that I would fall in love with someone else. Well, to tell the truth, I didn't talk so much as... well, you know. We've made as deep a commitment