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Part I

Tom Clark slapped his belly as he looked at himself in the mirror. Rather than the flab he gotten used to over the years, his flat hand met real muscle, and like they said on those old cereal commercials, he no longer pinched more than inch on his waist.

It was true that at the age of forty-seven, Tom was in the best shape of his life, and it was all thanks to his daughter, Brin. After a scare with his heart - which had turned out to be nothing more than anxiety and extra pepperoni with one or two beers over the limit - she'd insisted that he start working out and running with her. Brin had been a helluva high school basketball player, and she worked part-time at her university's wellness center as a personal trainer. Those first few weeks had been pure hell, but now Tom easily loped along beside Brin three miles each morning without gasping for breath or with a stitch in his side.

With a healthy body, Tom had also rediscovered a healthy sex drive. He seemed to be as randy now as he'd been twenty-five years ago, when he'd been surrounded by bodies as tight and alluring as that of Brin. And while one of those bodies was now a little curvier and had made a few concessions to gravity over those twenty-five years, it was still the body Tom most craved. Lexi. Brin's mom and Tom's wife.

Unfortunately for Tom, Lexi's new promotion meant a lot of travel, and last night she'd left for ten days on the West Coast.

"Dad, you almost ready?"

"Yeah, baby, be right there," Tom answered, reaching for a t-shirt. His bedroom door opened slightly as Brin peeked around it. He caught a glimpse of her auburn hair in the mirror as he pulled the shirt over his head.

Brin was impressed - and amazed - with the abs she saw just a hint of as Tom turned toward the door and pulled the shirt down. Just a few months ago, those muscles had been buried under a beer belly, but now her dad was as tight as any of the gym rats from the U. She took no small amount of pride in knowing that she'd been the one to whip Dad into shape.

"Get a move on, old man, the sun's nearly up and I don't want to be responsible for some senior citizen dropping dead of heat stroke during my run," she teased.

"Thank you, ma'am, may I have another," Tom grinned, pushing past his daughter, bending to grasp his ankles.

Brin laughed but felt herself flush strangely as she noticed Tom's calves and the backs of his thighs flexing as he stretched. She'd always enjoyed this kind of easy relationship with her dad, but lately she felt something inexplicable when they were together. Butterflies in her stomach. A quickening in her pulse. With any other guy, she'd have called it...a crush.

That, of course, was patently ridiculous. This was her dad, of all people. Still, she had to admit, he now looked, well, sexy in his running shorts.

"Yo, Earth to Brin, come in, Brin - I thought you were in a hurry," Tom said, shaking Brin out of her revery.

They went out the door into the driveway, stopping to stretch and warm up by running in place for a few minutes. Suddenly Brin gave her dad a little shove in the chest.

"Catch me if you can, old man," she whooped and bounded down the street.

Tom recovered quickly and fell in behind her. Just a few neighbors were stirring as they followed their usual route. When Tom drew alongside Brin, he suddenly sprinted ahead, leaving her about ten yards behind. He looked back over his shoulder, but Brin wasn't going to take the bait this time. She just wagged a finger at Tom and kept to her own steady pace.

Brin found her eyes again drawn to the back of her dad's legs and, well, his butt. She had to admit it to herself - her dad looked damn good, and she liked looking at him. More than once, her mom had jokingly thanked Brin for her dad's new body.

"And especially his stamina," her mom had said with a wink one evening as she slipped into their bedroom.

For a moment, the comment didn't register with Brin, but when it did, she stood there a little stunned and highly amused. But a little tickle somewhere in the back of her brain also hinted at arousal. That night, she'd had some very vivid erotic dreams that she could barely remember when she woke up the next morning. But given the fact that she woke up with her hand in her pajama pants told her all she needed to know about how nice those dreams had been.

Distracted by these thoughts, Brin didn't see the neighbor's golden retriever bound into the road in front of her until the last minute. She took an awkward leap to avoid him, but still caught her foot on his back and came down hard on her left knee. The dog gave a little "Whoop," and went on his merry way while Brin looked down to find some serious road rash and a little blood trickling down her leg.

"Holy shit!" she screamed. "Stupid damned dog!"

Tom pulled up when he heard Brin yell and turned back to see her sitting on the side of the road, her knee drawn up under her chin and a nasty looking cut there.

"Whoa, Brin, you okay?" Tom asked as he knelt beside his daughter. Without a thought, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and used it to gently start brushing away the dirt and asphalt pebbles on Brin's knee. Not the most sanitary thing in the world, he thought, but it's better than nothing.

Despite the pain in her leg, Brin again couldn't help admiring her dad's new body, and she felt that tingling in her belly again.

"I'm good, Dad, just help me up, please," Brin said, looping an arm around her dad's neck. But instead of helping Brin to her feet, Tom scooped his daughter into his arms and turned toward the house.

"Dad, what are you..." Brin began.

Tom kissed her cheek softly and said, "Shh, it's the least I can do for my best girl."

The truth was, Tom liked having his daughter in his arms like this again, her own arms around his neck and her head against his chest. Brin had always been a "daddy's girl" and she'd grown up way too fast, it seemed.

Memories flooded back to Brin as well. Of laughing uncontrollably as her dad tickled her; of him being there in the middle of the night to hold her when she woke up with a bad dream; the way he held her when she'd had her first heartbreak. She snuggled closer to her Dad, but feeling the bare skin of his chest against her cheek again gave Brin that spark she couldn't quite explain to herself.

Tom carried Brin back down the street and up the driveway. She was amazed when he held her in one arm, reaching out with the other hand to push open the front door. He quickly crossed the room and lay his daughter gently down on the sofa.

"Let's get this cleaned up," Tom said. "Be right back."

Going to the kitchen to retrieve a first aid kit, Tom remembered that he was still shirtless. He detoured into the laundry room to check the dryer for a fresh t-shirt, but as he opened the door and rummaged around inside for something, he found only a load of lingerie. Without really thinking about it, he hooked a finger through a lacy waistband and pulled out a tiny thong. He smiled to himself as he pictured Lexi in it - until it dawned on him that he'd never actually seen Lexi in it.

Who the... Tom thought, and then it hit him: this sexy little thing belonged to Brin. The heat rushed to his face as he quickly tossed the undergarment back into the dryer and backed into the kitchen. He fumbled around a bit in the designated "junk drawer" until he found a small plastic box with bandages and antiseptic wipes and grabbed a couple of each.

"Hey, no hurry here, gangrene probably won't set it for another minute or two," Lexi called from the sofa, and when Tom entered the living room, he was greeted by a smart-ass smirk on his daughter's face. She'd pulled her hair back into a scrunchy, and Tom couldn't resist an old teen-years taunt.

"Ahh, Pebbles, you've misplaced your bone," Tom said, motioning toward Brin's 'do. Without missing a beat, Brin tossed a cushion at him.

"Yo, Fred, bring your paunchy self over here and fix my leg," she said, never losing the smirk.

Tom came around and knelt by the sofa. He slipped off Brin's running shoe and sock then opened one of the wipes. Taking her foot in his left hand, he used his right hand to clean the wound completely. When it was clear of debris and the little blood was wiped away, he reached for a bandage, tearing it open with his teeth.

"Uggh, man tear paper with big teeth," Brin said in her best Tarzan voice and pushed her foot against her dad's bare chest. When Tom instinctively flexed his pecs, she grunted, "Hmm, him strong man!"

"I think we'll be able to save the leg, young lady," Tom quipped as he finished applying the bandage. He lifted both of Brin's legs enough to plop down on the sofa and let her feet settle in his lap. He smiled at his daughter as he innocently ran his fingers lightly over her feet and squeezed them gently. From the time she was a baby, Brin had loved this. Any time she was scared or restless, Tom or Lexi could get her to sleep in no time with a simple little foot rub.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as Tom touched Brin. With the pain in her leg gone and her dad's hands on her feet, Brin felt completely relaxed. She flexed her toes and stretched out her calves as she enjoyed the massage, and when she did, she grazed her foot against Tom's belly. Just as when she felt his bare chest against her cheek as he carried her, she got a pleasurable jolt somewhere in her brain when she came in contact with his abdomen.

Tom had been ready for one of Brin's patented wisecracks when he felt her toes against him. But she just murmured an almost sensual, "mmmm," and when Tom glanced at her, she had her eyes closed and an almost beatific smile on her face. Tom reclined his head on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes as well.

When Tom stopped rubbing her foot gently, Brin opened her own eyes and saw why: he'd fallen into one of his famous "cat naps." Her dad could pretty much will himself to fall asleep wherever and whenever he wanted, and he often caught a quick few winks that he claimed left him feeling refreshed - actually he called it "rough and ready" - when he woke up.

Brin realized that she was actually sort of stroking her toes against her dad's abs. With him napping, Brin knew she could openly admire Tom's body and handsome face without him thinking she was perving out. She didn't want to wake him, so she softly lowered her foot to his lap. As soon as she did, she realized her heel had actually come down against his crotch, but she was enjoying the moment too much to pull away and risk ending it.

Brin again thought back to the sly wink her mom had given that night a few weeks back. She imagined her dad reclining on the bed with his book, wearing the boxers - and nothing else - he slept in. Did her mom go to him on that king-size bed and lean back to put her foot in his lap? Did she run her toes up and down his abs the way Brin had done? Had she let her foot fall softly back against his crotch and feel his dick start to harden the way it was...NOW!!

Brin jerked her foot back as she realized her dad's cock had actually become erect under her foot. Tom's eyes flew open at the disturbance. He looked to Brin and found her breathing deeply as if she'd finished her run, her face flushed, a little sheen of perspiration on her forehead. He instinctively reached for her, his palm out in the classic "checking your temperature" position. But when he touched her, Brin gave an almost imperceptible twitch backward.

"Brin, are you okay? Do you have a fever or something?" Tom asked.

"No, no, dad, I'm feeling fine, just fell asleep for a second and had a bad dream, I guess," Brin said, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I'm gonna hit the shower."

She rose from the couch, wincing just a little at the pain in her knee.

"Here, let me help you," Tom said, rising himself.

"NO!" Brin shouted, then caught herself. "No, Dad, seriously I'm good, okay? You're the best doc around, but I can take it from here."

"Okay, sweetie," Tom said, planting a kiss on his daughter's forehead, which come to think of it, didn't feel feverish after all.

That brush of his lips sent a shiver down Brin's spine that thankfully didn't show, and she smiled up at him before turning toward her room.

"Thanks, Daddy," Brin sighed. "For everything."

Tom stood there, watching her walk away, and for just a second, he thought of that thong and the sway in Brin's hips that was so much like her mother's. He pushed the thought away as her bedroom door closed, and Tom headed for his own bathroom and a much-needed shower.

Part II

Brin leaned her back against the bedroom door and tried to get hold of her emotions. Dad must think I've gone insane, she thought.

What had happened in the living room had scared Brin plenty. But what scared her most wasn't that her dad might think she was crazy or even, God forbid, he had felt her foot rubbing against him. The really frightening thing was that Brin was still so turned on from her erotic daydream - and that part of her wished she hadn't woken her dad up until he'd grown fully erect.

Omigod, I'm a perv! But, Jesus, it must be big, she thought.

By now, she wasn't just imagining what her Mom and Dad may have been doing behind closed doors. She was thinking back to the tingle she'd felt when Dad picked her up and carried her to the house. The pleasure she felt when he rubbed her feet and legs. And the jolt that had gone through her body when Dad's lips touched her forehead just a minute ago.

Standing there against the door, Brin began to idly rub her hands over her chest. Her nipples were throbbing in the tight sports bra she wore, so she quickly pulled her t-shirt off and got out of the bra. She turned then and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

She traced a finger around an aureole, watching the nipple grow even longer. She licked the tip of her finger and teased her nipple, then traced her fingers ever so lightly down to her tight belly.

Looking up at her hair, Brin smiled as she thought of Dad calling her "Pebbles" then reached up to pull the scrunchy away and let her full, thick hair fall down around her face and shoulders.

Do you like it this way, Dad? Am I your Pebbles now, or do you seem someone different? she wondered. She conjured up a picture of her Dad behind her, running his hands through her wavy hair as he stared into her eyes in the mirror. She put her hands over her breasts as if to hide them from his gaze, and the vision in her mind floated away.

Brin turned again, looking back over her shoulder at her butt in the mirror. She didn't feel vain at all that she thought it was perfect. She knew that the guys she'd been with had loved having their hands on it, squeezing her cheeks together, holding on to her ass tightly while fucking her. She slid down the compression shorts and stepped out them before moving towards her bed.

She tried to shake away the thought - of HIS hands gripping her tightly, HIS fingers digging into her ass, HIS cock pounding into her. She closed her eyes and tried to picture a guy from class, but HIS face kept swimming up in her brain and her hands found their way between her legs. Her fingers sought the wetness and she traced a slow line up her slit. Again she tried to push away the dirty thoughts even as she began to finger herself and tease her clit.

No. No, can't do that. Fuck, feels so good. No...no...NO! He's my Dad, Daddy, sweet Dad. I'm sick, I'm dirty, I'm a slut for...oh God fuck God so good...slut for wanting him.

The thoughts tumbled rapidly through her mind and the pace of her rubbing increased as well. She was scared, so scared, so turned on, so fucking turned on. She started to shake all over, and it was all she could to keep from screaming.

Don't let him hear, don't scream, don't let him...fuck so good...fuck, I want him to hear, to see, to, oh fuck, I'm cumming...

Lights seem to explode in Brin's brain, jagged images of writhing bodies, pictures too quick to process.

Even before her orgasm was over, guilt started washing over her. She knew she was wrong to think such nasty things, to cum while picturing them.

Brin wasn't some sheltered little girl. She'd lost her virginity eagerly years ago, and she had no shortage of available guys - and a few girls who'd flirted with her - willing to sleep with her. But this was something altogether different. This was just perverted, to think of watching her Mom and Dad in bed, of rubbing Dad's cock through his shorts and making him hard, of picturing him fucking her.

These thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door, and she scrambled to cover herself.

"Brin," her Dad called. "I'm taking off for work. I'll call you later, and we'll go out somewhere for dinner tonight. No use in Mom having all the fun while she's gone."

"Oh, okay, Dad," Brin said nervously. "I'm jumping in the shower now and heading out soon. Have a good day!"

"You, too, sweetie," Tom said.

Brin lay there until she heard his car leave the driveway, then crawled out of bed, not daring to look at herself in the mirror as she passed it.

Part III

Something's up with Brin, Tom thought as he settled in behind his desk.

It wasn't just the strange way she'd practically run out of the room this morning. There was something indelibly different about her lately, something he couldn't quite articulate. He'd noticed her looking at him sometimes while her thoughts were somewhere else. They still had the easy banter they'd enjoyed practically since Brin could talk - she might have inherited her mother's looks, but she'd gotten Tom's sardonic sense of humor - but every now and then, she seemed to drift off in the middle of their verbal dueling.

Then again, Tom knew Brin wasn't the only one who'd acted strangely this morning. Before she'd jolted him out of his catnap, Tom had been in the middle of a disturbing dream.

In the dream, Tom was reclining on the sofa with Lexi standing between his knees, her back to him. His wife had on a very short black skirt that hugged her ass beautifully and a silky blouse that clung to her curves. She was performing a slow striptease for him. Actually, this was more than a simple striptease - it was a full-on lap dance.

Lexi was seductively swaying her hips back and forth, up and down, closer and closer to his face and crotch. He wanted to touch her, but for some reason, he couldn't move his hands. He started to ask Lexi to turn around, only to realize his voice seemed to be gone as well. But none of this seemed to be important in the dream as Lexi suddenly rubbed her scrumptious ass against his growing cock. She dry-humped him a few times before sliding away again, keeping her back to him the whole time.

By her movements, Tom could tell she was unbuttoning her blouse. He saw the tails come open and fall away as she undid the last button. He knew she was unclasping her bra, and he saw her maneuver to free herself from the straps without letting the blouse slip completely off. She tossed the bra carelessly away and continued her erotic writhing.

Tom was almost desperate now to see her naked breasts, to have them swaying in front of his face, to have her offer him a nipple to suckle. But he still couldn't find his voice, and Lexi continued to keep her back to him. Even when she finally slid the blouse off and let it fall to the floor, she still refused to turn around.

Lexi moved in between Tom's knees again, so close that he could feel the heat coming off of her. His cock was engorged, tenting the running shorts he was wearing obscenely. She continued to move until she was pressed against him, his face on her bare back. Tom inhaled her scent and began to kiss along the small of her back, just above the waistband of her skirt. Lexi bent over, pushing her butt up into his face, and put her hands on her knees as she gyrated.

She was murmuring to herself, making little cooing sounds. Tom was desperate to touch her now. He wanted to rip her skirt off and bury his nose between those two globes. He wanted to grab her hips and pull her back against his face as he bit and nibbled at her cheeks. He wanted to slide a hand under her, running it over her pussy, feeling her lips open to him as her wetness covered his hand.

But he still couldn't move his hands or order - beg - Lexi to take off the skirt, or turn and face him, or speak to him in her low sultry voice.

Lexi bent over even further, the short skirt riding even higher up the backs of her thighs. She reached through her legs and touched Tom's cock through his shorts. He heard an, "Ohhh, mmmm, yesss," escape her lips - barely above a whisper - as she grasped him in her hand and began stroking him through his shorts.

Tom threw his head back in a shudder as his wife's hand slipped into his shorts to touch his bare cock. She tugged and pulled and stroked, and Tom finally heard his own voice return as he hissed, "Yes, baby, stroke me, fuck. Let me see you, Lexi."

When Tom said her name, the dancing figure hesitated ever so briefly. Then he heard a giggle before she said in a husky whisper, "You like that? You like my hands on your big, hard dick? It's so fucking big and hard. Did I make it hard like that? Are you hard for me?"

"Fuuucckk, yes," Tom groaned, and suddenly his hands were free. He took Lexi's hips forcefully, yanking her back before running one hand roughly up her skirt to her mound. She was wet, so wet, and he felt nothing but the tiny string of a thong. Without hesitation, Tom jammed a finger inside her, and this time, Lexi moaned loudly, tossing her own head back.

Tom started shoving her skirt up with his free hand, feeling her bare ass where it was split by the thong. But when he flipped the skirt up, he froze. Because the panties he saw there had never been on his wife.

But they had been in his hand in the laundry room.

As the realization that these were Brin's panties hit him, Tom looked up, and the figure in front of him finally turned.

"Is something wrong, Dad?"

At that very moment, Tom had jerked awake, back into the real world. He thought he felt Brin's foot brushing against his cock as they both scrambled to their feet.

He'd reached out to her, realizing her leg was in pain, but she almost flinched at his touch. She'd scrambled away to her room, and Tom had headed for his shower, watching her hips sway, so like her mother's, as she moved down the hall.

All through his shower and the drive to work, Tom had replayed the dream over and over in his mind. Had it really been Brin he'd seen, her voice he'd heard? And why? Why?

As much as he tried to shove the thought away, the vision of his daughter dancing in front of him, teasing him and stroking his cock kept swimming back into his brain.

And over and over, he heard Brin's question.

"Is something wrong, Dad?"

Part IV

Brin had pushed three clients and punished herself through exhausting workouts, but she was still filled with nervous energy as she came in through the garage. The delicious smell of onions and peppers in olive oil hit her immediately, and her stomach made an audible growl.

Her dad was across the kitchen, his back to her, stirring the vegetables. He'd changed from his work clothes into running shorts, and when she saw him, all today's efforts to push away her lurid thoughts were for nothing.

Tom's well-muscled calves and quads were in full view in the shorts and her eyes were drawn to his rear end despite herself. He was in a tight-fitting t-shirt that accented the powerful muscles of his back. She realized she was staring as he turned around.

"Hey, there's Pebbles now," Tom grinned. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to make it home. It's not every night I have you all to myself, you know."

His words almost made Brin shiver.

"I like having you to myself, too, Dad," she said quietly.

Tom held his arms out and Brin moved to him. When he wrapped his strong arms around her, Brin laid her head against his chest, her eyes closed, inhaling his masculine scent.

The minute Brin was in his arms, Tom remembered his strange dream, and he knew he shouldn't be this close to her. But, God, she felt so wonderful against him. He let his hands trail down her back just a little and kissed her on the top of her head.

"Is everything okay with you, Brin? You seemed a little spooked this morning, and you're being way too nice to your old man right now," Tom grinned. "You haven't insulted me a single time in the 45 seconds since you came through that door."

Brin's apprehension disappeared at her dad's words, and she hugged him tighter as she tilted her head up to look at him.

"I can be reeeeaaaally nice when I want to be," she said coyly, her regular playfulness returning. She stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss her dad on the cheek, and at the last possible second moved enough to plant her lips right on the edge of his mouth.

Tom felt something almost, well, seductive in Brin's tone, and when she stretched up to kiss his cheeks, he felt her breasts crushed against him as they slid up his chest. Her movement also caused his hands to glide further down her back until he just felt the curve of her shapely bottom. When her warm lips grazed the side of his mouth, he felt his cock stir.

Brin felt it, too, but this time she didn't immediately pull away. She slid slowly back down her father's body, continuing to hold him tightly because she didn't want him to pull away either. When she was flat-footed again, she felt his firmness even more distinctly, and she was so much shorter than Tom that his growing erection brushed against the top of her tummy.

Tom knew there was something wrong - something unfatherly - opening inside him. He was at war with his male instincts, but very, very slowly, he released Brin and moved back a couple of feet to lean against the counter. Brin stayed where she was and smiled up at him.

"So, Chef Boy-arr-Dad, what's for dinner?" she asked.

She noticed a full glass of Chianti on the countertop next to the stove. Dad always drank wine on the rare occasions when he cooked, and it looked as if he just topped his glass off when Brin came in. She leaned forward, almost touching Tom again, and took the glass by the stem. She brought it to her face, breathing in the luxurious scent as she swirled the glass around just as Tom had taught her. She took a deep sip of the ruby-red liquid, letting it roll over her tongue and warm her throat as she looked at her Dad.

"Where's your glass, Dad?" she said, smirking as Tom gazed at her. Her lips were momentarily stained by the wine, giving them a sensual look that seemed made to kiss. Just a drop had escaped the corner of her mouth, and without thinking about it, Tom reached out and brushed it away with his thumb.

Coming to his senses, Tom pointed at her playfully.

"Could I see an ID, please," he said in a deep voice.

"Officer, it's way across the room there in my gym bag," Brin cooed with exaggerated sweetness, batting her eyelashes. "But this is just grape juice, and anyway, I'm twenty-one."

Playing along, Tom scowled at her.

"Sure it is - and I still want to see your ID."

"But I'm not underage, officer, promise," Brin whined. "See I'm all grown up!"

With that, she put the wine on the table and stood up straight, her hands on her hips, her shoulders back, her chest thrust forward in an exaggerated show of "grownupedness."

"See how big I am, officer?" she sniffed.

Tom played along, but he also openly admiring his daughter's body, especially her prominent breasts. He was surprised to see that her nipples were pushing against her tight t-shirt. He just stood there dumbfounded, unable to take his eyes off her chest.

Brin wasn't sure if her dad was just playing the befuddled cop role or if he was actually ogling her as she stood there. All she knew was that she was getting unbelievably turned on by his gaze.

"See something you like, mister?" she said quietly, stepping forward a little. When Tom raised his eyes from her breasts, she gave a crooked little smile at the expression on his face.

"Ummm, well..." Tom started.

Brin took another step toward her father.

"Soooo, offficcceerrr," Brin drawled. "Is there anything I can do to convince you I'm a grown woman?"

Tom knew things were taking a different - and maybe dangerous - turn. This wasn't their usual playful banter. There was an undeniably sensual undertone to what they were doing. He knew he should stop it there and then, but continuing the charade seemed the best way to avoid embarrassing himself or Brin. He took his own step forward.

"Well, young lady, you look grown-up enough," he said. "But I still want to know what's in that glass."

Her eyes never left her father's as Brin reached for her glass again. She took another step forward and sipped from the glass. She made a show of licking a drop off the rim of the glass.

When Tom saw her pink tongue pop out and caress the glass, he felt a jolt in the pit of his stomach and his latent erection surged to full attention. Mesmerized, he reached for the glass.

Brin brushed his hand away and step forward until their bodies were just inches apart. She brought the glass up to Tom's lips.

Tom felt the heat coming off Brin's body. Even more so, he felt the heat radiating from his. He was looking right into her eyes, and what he saw there both thrilled and scared him because he knew his daughter was seeing the same thing in his own eyes. Yearning. Desire. Lust.

He thought Brin was going to hold the glass and let him sip from it. Instead, she tilted it back to her own lips and sipped, staining her lips a deep ruby red.

"Would you like a taste?" she whispered.

Tom reached and took the glass from his daughter's hand. As he did, Brin closed the last few inches of space between them until she was again pressed against her father.

Tom fumbled to put the glass aside, and Brin slipped her arms around his neck. It fell over onto the counter, spilling the rest of its contents.

Tom's own arms encircled Brin, and she felt a surge of desire. She turned her face up, her lips parted sensuously, her dark eyes burning into her father's.

Tom lowered his head and his lips met Brin's. He did indeed taste the wine on her lips, and then he felt the tip of her tongue touching his. The reality of what he was doing hit him, but when Brin's mouth opened to him, he pushed his tongue forward and kissed her like a desperate lover. There was no denying his hard-on now - Tom's his inflamed cock was rubbing against Brin's body.

When Brin felt her father's lips on hers, she shuddered. Not in revulsion, but in ecstasy. God this was wrong, but it was so good, too, wasn't it? It was what she'd had in the back of her mind all these weeks, what had run through her head this morning as she fingered herself with a vision of Tom's cock inside her, what she'd tried to forget while punishing her body at the gym. She sucked on his tongue and pressed herself as hard as she could against him.

Tom felt the wrongness of the situation, but Brin felt so good, so hot against him and the taste of her mouth drove him insane. He'd noticed her looking at him differently these last few weeks, and he'd probably encouraged it by standing closer to her, stroking her hair, doing things like picking her up this morning and rubbing her feet. Was that dream from this morning his subconscious telling him that Brin felt the same way?

But he had to stop this...didn't he?

Tom pulled his mouth from Brin's, but kept his arms around her, his hands on her hips as if to push her gently away. His daughter's arms were still looped around his neck, and as Tom looked down at her face, he felt a combination of guilt and lust that nearly drove him to his knees.

"Brin, baby, I..." Tom began.

Brin spoke at the exact same moment: "Dad, I..."

Looking at her, Tom's resolve crumbled, and he crushed his mouth back to hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth, sliding his hands to grip her ass and pulling her hard against him.

Brin was stunned. She felt certain that her dad was about to start protesting, and she had every intention of begging him not to stop. When his mouth found hers again, she ran her fingers through Tom's hair, and she moaned when she felt his hands kneading her ass and pulling her against his stiff cock.

Tom was possessed now. He didn't care if Brin was his daughter, he didn't care if this was the ultimate taboo. She was a woman who clearly knew what she wanted, and Tom had to have her. He slipped a hand inside the waistband of her shorts, savoring the feel of her firm but pliant ass.

When his finger traced a line down her crack, Brin's head fell back, momentarily breaking their kiss and she moaned, "Dad, oh God, Dad, so good," before Tom covered her mouth again. He began pushing her shorts and panties down, and Brin dropped her hands, frantic to get Tom's shirt off.

When Brin's shorts were pooled at her feet, Tom picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Brin was convinced he was going to fuck her right there in the kitchen. But Tom carried her into the den and laid her on the sofa where they'd sat that morning. He stood looking down at his daughter for a moment, neither of them speaking. He nodded at Brin, and she pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra.

Tom drew in his breath sharply as he saw his girl naked for the first time. Her skin was a flawless cream, the slightest hint of freckles across her shoulders and upper chest. Her breasts were larger than he'd imagined, and each was tipped by a delicate pink areola and what were now red, engorged nipples.

Brin reached up, tugging at her father's gym shorts. When they were down, she saw the tip of cock nudging out of his boxers. She pushed those down, too, until Tom's thick, cut cock sprang free, pulsing with the wild beating of his heart.

Tom joined Brin on the sofa, but when he bent to suckle a breast, Brin grabbed his cock and began stroking it firmly. There was no doubt his daughter was experienced at this as she used her thumb to lubricate the head of his cock with precum.

"No, Dad," Brin whined, looking up at him, and Tom thought she was going to stop him. "No more waiting - put this inside me now."

Tom pushed her hands away, and she locked them again behind his head. He grasped his own shaft this time, and as Brin spread her legs wide, he ran it up and down her slit a few times. Brin humped up, trying to get him inside. He was amazed at her wetness and her desire, and he maneuvered until the tip was just inside her.

With a roar, Tom pushed himself into his daughter up to the hilt. Brin screamed out in pleasure and it took only seconds before they found their rhythm and Tom was pistoning in and out of her. Tom grunted like an animal, trying to impale this beautiful creature on his cock. Brin dug her nails into his back, and that made him try to drive even harder and deeper into her.

Brin's mouth was hot against her dad's ear as she moaned, "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, god dad fuck me hard...so good...so good...so fucking hard."

Her words drove him even more mad with desire that had to be sated. Tom felt his cum rise, and his first thought was to pull out before he spurted inside his daughter.

"Brin, I'm going to..."

"Cum! Cum, I know, Dad," Brin spit out. "Fucking cum inside me, it's ok, it's okay...oh, god, I'm cumming, daddy, I cumming too...ohhhhhhhhh."

Her words drove Tom over the edge and he erupted. He felt like it was his first orgasm as he emptied himself into his wonderful, wanton daughter. Brin felt it like hot sparks splashing against her insides as father and daughter came together, consumed by lust, lost in love and locked in the ultimate sin.

Part V

A horrible burning smell hit his nostrils and for a brief moment, Tom thought he'd been subsumed directly into hell for the sin he'd just committed with his daughter. But then the kitchen smoke alarm began blaring, and Tom realized he'd left something - he couldn't quite remember what - on the stove.

Brin giggled a little as her dad jumped off her and started for the kitchen. His cock was still hard, glistening with her moisture and his cum, and it flapped up and down as he tried to hurry. As he turned into the kitchen, she caught a glimpse of his firm ass.

She was stunned by what had happened. It was only recently that she'd thought of her Dad as sexy, and it was only very recently that she'd allowed him into her fantasies. Had she been trying to seduce him all along?

Brin really didn't know the answer to that question. What she did know was that she wanted him again as soon as possible.

She got up from the couch and moved to stand in the kitchen doorway. Her dad had managed to silence the alarm by turning on the exhaust fan and throwing open a window, and he was now standing at the sink rinsing out the ruinedTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.