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Introduction:

A loving daughter helps her father to cope during his wife?s absence.
Waiver Note: The following story is a completely fictitious narrative and is pure fantasy. This chapter involves graphic sexual descriptions between an adult man and his teenage daughter. The whole of this novella consists of multiple adults and teens (several of them family members) having sex with one another, written in a similar fashion. If the topic is not of interest or offensive to you, please cease reading immediately and just move on. Your opinions are your own.

I should also mention that in my writing I strive to incorporate a strong (sometimes longwinded) storyline, complete with several developed characters and a detailed background. In addition, I sometimes make use of an extensive and broad vocabulary. If all you’re looking for is a quick, simple sex story, my ideas probably won’t interest you.

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- seltra

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Glowing summer rays filtered in through the window as I lay on my bed, with no bedding and no clothes, just a sticky, white cream covering my hand and splattered across my torso. Great, I thought, now I need to get it out of my chest hair. It’s not like it was unexpected. What else can a guy anticipate from relieving his own morning wood? Usually, my breathtakingly gorgeous wife took care of things like that, often beginning before I even had a chance to wake up. Not the case today.

Damn, how I missed her! With Kelly gone, I was longing painfully for that void to be filled again. It was nearly excruciating, and it had only been four days! Though, what else could I do to cope? This sexual farce I had just attempted was certainly not a replacement. It felt good, but it just wasn’t the same.

To clarify, we hadn’t separated and she hadn’t passed away – both of which I am thankful for every day. No, rather, she was taking a month-long vacation. A friend of hers she worked with had entered a draw sponsored by a radio station in town. Having won a pair of tickets and being divorced for several years now, she invited my wife to enjoy the Caribbean cruise that was offered. When Kelly left that morning, she had promised, “Don’t look so depressed, David. Don’t worry; I’ll be back before you know it.” Her twinkling blue eyes showed her sincerity.

Well, I already knew it, and what’s more, my sexual cravings certainly did also. We had always given each other the time and means to fly on our own, while remaining committed to each other. I certainly wasn’t about to restrain her from enjoying herself. However, we were both so prone to want some sexual intimacy with one another that we would find ourselves making love at least twice a day, often as much as three or four if we could find time away from our occupations and kids. We’d been apart from one another before, and able to cope with it – but rarely ever this long.

Sure, we’d miss making love on occasion every now and again. If ever there was a two-day gap, though, it was time for a serious discussion about why one or the other was holding out. Some debates were far more heated than others – either with sex or with anger – but we always made amends and somehow worked things out. It was therefore a matter of pride to me to have been married twenty years now, still maintaining that passionate spark between us despite the busy lives we led. Our lives had always been filled with events of some kind. It had been like that as long as I could remember.

In high school, I knew I wanted to do something productive and challenging – for me at least. I found I had an almost natural talent at handling money, and in my senior year decided to head to college and become an accountant upon graduating. It was during that year that Kelly moved with her family to our small town. Although she was a sophomore, I knew the instant I laid eyes on her that she was the one for me. Her golden blonde hair, her deep blue eyes, her exciting personality, her passion for life; everything about her was perfect.

We dated until I graduated, and kept in close contact after I was accepted at and moved to a nearby college. Usually every few weekends I’d make the drive to see family and spend some time with Kelly. Being so social, she’d had no problems making friends – or attracting other guys in my absence. There were a few close calls, but I kept in her life just successfully enough that she never forgot about me.

I wasn’t entirely innocent on the flirtation front either; I had a few small relationships in college, too, but I just never found anyone as spectacular as Kelly. Many men ask how I was able to woo such a trophy wife. I attribute it to her being young and naive – and totally in love with me. Still, I could never be happier with any other woman.

I proposed to her the night she graduated and we were married only a couple months after to the delight (and strong urging) of both of our parents. We’d had some very lustful moments while we dated – both with one another and the others we had been with – but nothing could have compared to that amazing and passionate intimacy we shared together that first night as husband and wife.

We’d always been careful exploring our sexual natures, knowing that one moment of neglect could lead to an unexpected pregnancy. Before we were married, neither of us was prepared for that. After, well...we weren’t quite as strict in our prevention as before. A baby surprise package – our son, Will – arrived a couple weeks after our first anniversary. Thought it wasn’t specifically the plan, we were overjoyed to have him.

Some time afterwards, Kelly and I decided we were intent on having our children each about two years apart or so. A couple months after Will’s second birthday, our second bundle of joy arrived; another son we named Broc. Just more than two years later, our third child was born, our only daughter, Julie. That was when Kelly and I decided that we were finished. Three children were enough. Getting clipped and snipped, there would be no more offspring for us.

Those years in college were highly challenging, balancing studies and family life. By the time I graduated, all three of our children had been born. Finances were very tight sometimes, leading to more than one argument between Kelly and me, but we always found ways to make ends meet and keep our family together. Both of us had seen our parents get divorced, and neither of us was anxious to put our children through the hell it can cause.

Over the next several years, I worked my way up the accounting ranks. By the time I was 32, an avid coworker of mine and I decided to venture out on our own, setting up our own accounting firm – and becoming quite successful within a few years. Because of our dedicated work, we were both making substantial incomes despite any setbacks that plagued us (and there were several).

One of the great things I quickly found about owning the firm was that I was able to work from home. It wasn’t uncommon for me to use my home office instead of actually going downtown. Plus, I’d usually try to take Fridays off, taking care of some business in the mornings if necessary and only showing up to the office if absolutely necessary. I enjoyed the fantastic liberty of being home instead of putting in fewer hours slugging it out with endless numbers at work. It was a great feeling to have produced both time and money for myself.

That same year also marked a revolutionary year for my wife. As Julie began first grade, Kelly and I discussed the possibility of her achieving a goal she had been dreaming of in high school, and had been planning before children arrived so soon. She had always been dedicated to health and fitness, and now there was the opportunity for her to become a fitness instructor. Although Kelly was by no means out of shape – especially for being 30 and having three children – I was neither hesitant nor wanted to inhibit her in this endeavour. It would certainly keep her active, and assist me in that aspect to be sure!

Within a few years, Kelly had also ventured off solo and had begun organizing a small fitness organization with a relatively solid and recurrent clientele. I was very proud of her, and encouraged her every expansion of the business.

Through it all, it’s a wonder that our children never felt neglected. Well, perhaps they did, but their spirits never appeared overly dismal. Keeping active in school, sports and social activities occupied their minds, I suppose. We would always strive to arrange a couple interesting activities each week (besides dinner) to do as a family. It kept us relatively close, comfortable and open with one another. We would all share our triumphs and tragedies, keeping us all on the same page.

As Will grew, he became something of a scholastic workaholic. There were times I’d have to force him outside to get some fresh air. He was a brilliant kid; I’ll definitely give him that. Straight A’s in school were the norm for him, and he would often be very discouraged with anything less. A parental word or two with him was a common theme, encouraging him not to give up, but become better on the next attempt.

Balance eventually came as he discovered a passion for swimming in his freshman year. All through high school, he strove to be the best, and often was in his swim meets. With a fitness instructor for a mother, his stamina and strength were nearly unmatched. Kelly pushed him hard – to the limits sometimes – but never so hard as to drive him over the edge.

The only unfortunate circumstance with Will is that his social life was sacrificed in lieu of training for swimming and his dedicated study habits. He’d had a couple girlfriends in high school, and he did have a small, close circle of friends, but nothing more notable than that. I was certainly proud of him and all he’d achieved, but I wondered how he’d fair beginning college on a swimming scholarship in the fall. Being 19 now, he had already moved out a few weeks ago and appeared to be doing just fine thus far.

Broc, our second son, was more like his father than I was willing to admit in both looks and behaviour, even at 17. If the sport had a ball, he’d master it in hours. Despite his natural sporting talent, he had his favourites: rugby, football and soccer. In fact, the day before my wife had departed for her vacation, Broc had left for a month-long rugby camp. With flight schedules, he’d likely be arriving home the same day Kelly returned.

When he was only in middle school, Broc was increasingly the centre of attention. He was the partier. He was the socializer. He was the womanizer. On many occasions over the last few years, Broc had pulled me aside for advice and counsel on how approach the opposite sex which I was more than happy to give. I knew he was having a lot of sex, but with which girl which week was difficult to keep up on. However, to either of my sons, I would never cease to emphasize two points: first, if ever she says no, you back off immediately; second, if they ever get a girl pregnant, they would be the one I abort, not my grandchild. I think I was successful in getting the message across.

As with Will, Broc excelled at sports, again largely due to the rigourous training their mother would put them through. He was fast, he was strong and he was eager. Though he may not have maintained as high an academic average as his older brother, his grades were in the B-range and both Kelly and I considered that nonetheless excellent.

Our 15-year-old daughter, Julie – or Jewels as we often call her – is the absolute apple of my eye. The spitting image of her mother, with the exception of eye and hair colour, and she never ceases to amaze me. She keeps excellent grades, most often A’s like Will. However, she also keeps herself dedicated in sports, like Broc, particularly volleyball and track. Despite these calls for her attention, she keeps herself social and available for the occasional and casual relationship. Basically, take the personality highlights of both my sons, put them together and you have Julie.

A few years ago, Julie began asking those dreaded questions about members of the other gender in her life. I redirected her to Kelly, who was more than happy to answer them. I was more happy not to. The things I know about how wonderful women can be don’t extend to them maintaining that wonderful nature. That’s another reason I’m overjoyed to have Kelly in my life.

And right now, I was missing her terribly.

It wasn’t just the female companionship, but the compatibility she had with Julie, as well. With Kelly on her cruise, Will moved out and Broc away at rugby camp, it was just Julie and me this month. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I was uncomfortable around Julie or didn’t want to spend time with her. I was just more afraid of having to fill both parenting roles over the next few weeks than anything else. I was just hoping that I was strong enough to accomplish that, moreso mentally than physically. I more or less had physical down pat.

I looked down at my body again being bathed in the summer sunlight. At 39, I was still decently muscular, weighing in at 215 lbs and standing 6’3”. I still had defined abs and reasonable tone in my chest, legs and arms, all thanks to my wife’s dedication to her profession – and our mutual passion for sex. I couldn’t quite keep up to my teenage sons during sports anymore, but I figured their dear old dad could still give them a run for their money. It had been a while since I had challenged Julie. I hoped I was still capable of that.

Right now, though, my eight-and-a-half inch friend between my legs had expelled several globs of white adhesive onto me before he began settling back down. This actually concerned me a bit. Being quite an open family, our kids weren’t always ones to knock and Julie bursting suddenly through the door filled me with some dread. Besides, I thought, how could she help me with this problem, anyways?

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. I leaned away from the door and raised my leg, but knew I was hiding almost nothing should my daughter choose to enter.

“Daddy?” her lovely, sweet voice called from the other side. “Hey, I’m making some breakfast. Would you like some?”

“Yeah,” I groaned as I sat up, convinced she wasn’t entering for the moment. “That’d be great, Jewels. Don’t come in, ok? I’m not dressed yet.”

She giggled her charming teenage giggle and responded, “I figured, Daddy. I’m well aware you and Mom sleep naked. I didn’t think you’d stop even if she’d gone. I’ll be downstairs, ok?”

“Yeah,” I agreed again. Her footsteps thudded lightly as she bounded down the stairs to the kitchen.

I sighed, partly in relief, partly to vent my frustration that Kelly wasn’t here. It was true, Kelly and I almost always slept in the nude together. It was easier to make love that way; far less clothing to inhibit us. Retrieving my boxers from the floor with my clean hand, I retreated to our bathroom to wipe myself off.

I chuckled softly to myself as I did so. I had promised Kelly that I wasn’t going to watch porn or even masturbate while she was gone. She had laughed, saying she’d try the same. They were both activities we used for comfort if we were away from each other for a night or so. Hell, we even enjoyed watching a porno flick together every now and again – it frenzied our desires real quick! We knew we’d be starved for physical contact with each other when she returned, but eschewing those activities this month would only heighten the tension.

Four days, I lamented with a chuckle, I couldn’t even last four days. I wondered how Kelly was faring.

Once the evidence of my self-satisfaction was cleared, I began giving my face a splash of water. I began remembering another promise Kelly and I had made to each other long ago. Shortly after we were married, another girl at the college began flirting with me endlessly. I joked about it with Kelly and was shocked when she gave me ‘permission’ to have a little sexual fun with her.

After a lengthy discussion, we decided to trust one another not to run away and still have a bit of extra-marital sex once in a while if we felt we needed it. As long as we always came back to one another at the end of the day, we were contented to acknowledge that, sometimes, frustrations arise in our systems that the other wouldn’t be able to alleviate – at least not on their own, anyways. For example, it’s difficult to quell the desire for a threesome with only the two of us. Why not take care of these desires with someone before they’re a problem?

I considered this, reminiscing on some of the one-night stands I’d had in the last 20 years. Kelly had occasionally had them, too, and probably more often than I had. Affairs, we found, were actually a lot of fun, especially if we were ‘playing the game’ so to speak and trying not to get caught. Whenever it was discovered, we’d both just laugh and usually end up making love right then and there as part of the joke – so long as the kids weren’t around!

Wiping my face with a towel, I mulled over the possibility of maybe having another affair while Kelly was away. Obviously, I couldn’t tolerate only a few days without some sort of sexual release. After a moment, I decided against it unless there was a desperate need and a very good opportunity that presented itself. Kelly would be attempting to drive herself mad without sex so that she’d be in overdrive when she got home. I figured I could play along, though I might ease the pain by myself a little along the way.

I fitted my black boxers over my waistline, giving myself at least some cover for when I followed my daughter downstairs. Like I said, we were a reasonably open family. Parading around one another in underwear was not uncommon. Kelly and I long ago decided that, since we all have bodies, why cover up something so beautiful? We realized that not all families are as liberal and when it came to any of us having company, the rule was to keep covered. Wanting comfort – particularly in the evening – it was usually a tough rule to remind ourselves of and obey when someone was visiting.

We were mindful, though, to discourage full-out nudity. I’ve scolded each of them (including my wife) – and from time to time been scolded by them – on more than one occasion over flaunting ourselves shamelessly in front of each other. Kelly and I understood that our bodies have desires, but to provoke those desires with family members wasn’t something we encouraged. Regardless, it still happened. One member of the family would walk by quickly for whatever reason without anything clothing and members of the opposite sex would turn their heads. It was only natural, but Kelly and I worked to curb it as often as possible.

Leaving my bedroom and descending from the upper level, I could hear Julie hard at work in the kitchen. Whatever she was cooking smelled delicious. She, like her mother, enjoyed making food for the family. Often, we’d find the two of them together in the kitchen preparing something for us to eat – usually some particularly healthy snack and just enough to quell any hunger we may be been experiencing.

When I rounded the end of the staircase and entered the kitchen, I immediately felt blood rush to my loins. Perhaps it was because she looked so much like her mother. Perhaps it was because Kelly had been gone for a few days now and I’d had nothing to settle my desire to mate. Perhaps it was all that and more, but for whatever reason, my daughter looked absolutely stunning that morning, early-rising look and all!

Her slim, athletic build appealed to the innermost basic instincts that a man can have – ones that a father should never entertain about his child and instead crush before they even take root. Still, here I was gazing at my daughter – my 15-year-old Jewel – with a whole new level of attraction. Her toned and sun-kissed legs were marvellously feminine, rising up her 5’5” figure to a firm and solid teenage butt, one that was scarcely covered by a pair of skin-tight, black exercise shorts. Those shorts melded to her loins, describing her sensational pubic region in intricate detail.

Above the shorts’ low-rising hem, more lightly-tanned skin appeared as Julie’s midriff taunted my vision with a discreet view of adolescent flesh. A thin cross section of her solid pubescent abs was revealed, further provoking my animal nature. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her, even as a surge of growth filled my underwear. I wanted more, and my eyes continued their upward climb across my daughter’s maturing body.

A white t-shirt covered her torso, yet left little for the imagination. The sheer fabric clutched her frame, not unlike her shorts below. Every aspect of her features was available for my viewing pleasure, albeit lightly shrouded by cotton. The round, 30C breasts she carried sat firmly and prominently on her chest, unresponsive to gravity. What’s more, the low cut of the shirt’s neckline exposed a healthy amount of delectable teenage cleavage. Beneath, I realized there was no bra; not a single ridge rose up from her appealing body to disturb the image.

What did rise just below the neckline were the dominant areolas protruding from off her curvy breasts. The material was just sheer and tight enough that I could see the darker pink of her nipples announcing themselves beneath the constricting fabric. They were sized just perfectly, and glared back at me as if begging naughtily for a father’s teasing and tasting.

Further up, her square shoulders and toned arms worked on the meal she was preparing. It was entirely evident that she was a bold, self-confident young woman. That in and of itself was immensely attractive; a girl her age so determined to take on the world. The suntanned skin called out for me, and I yearned to have her in my arms and love her with every forbidden passion that a parent must resist.

Finally, crowning her magnificent body was her crafted and undeniably gorgeous face. Flawlessly moulded features comprised its outline, exploding with beauty at every point. Her full lips and mouth, I knew, were designed for receiving the deepest of kisses – kisses that I knew I could produce to delight her. Shoulder-length brown hair coursed across her scalp and flowed down to her back as a single column, being pulled back in a tight ponytail.

Her smooth and full, chocolate-brown eyes met mine. They were filled with adoration for both life and family. It was a magic that I doubted could be replicated. In that instant, it felt as if her whole soul merged with mine, creating a longing deep within. It was a longing that the two of us should betray the social taboo and complete the union, becoming physically and intimately one as father and daughter.

Damn! I confessed to myself. My daughter’s sexier than hell!

“Daddy? Did you hear me?” Julie sounded so far away. At first I only revelled in the majestic sound of her voice, but it snapped me back to reality very quickly. She stared at me expectantly, her powerful auburn eyes burrowing into mine.

“Hmmm...?” I muttered, blinking and shaking my head, feigning sleepiness. “Sorry, Jewels, what was that? Still getting the sleep out of my eyes,” I lied as I rubbed my face.

Julie giggled. “Oh, I see,” she acknowledged, returning her concentration toward the breakfast she was creating. “I asked if you could grab a couple plates for me. I’m almost done here.”

“Yeah, sure,” I complied, taking another brief but satisfying look at her wonderfully-maintained figure. It must be all the care Kelly has her take, I figured. I felt another surge of growth as the bulge between my legs struggled against my will to restrain it. It was everything I could manage not to allow a fully grown erection to emerge. Damn cock, I cursed.

“I’ll bring the food over in a sec if you set things up,” offered Julie with a dazzling smile.

I returned the facial gesture and agreed, “Sounds good to me. We’ll need ketchup and syrup, I suppose, huh?”

“Yup, if you could please. Thanks, Dad.”

“No problem.”

Gathering plates, utensils, and any condiments required for the meal, I made my way to the dining area table and organized a place for both myself and Julie before sitting down. She came over a moment later carrying the food. As she filled the plates with French toast, poached eggs and a couple sausages, she leaned over the table causing her shirt to open for an unrestricted view inside.

Her sweet and full teenage breasts again made their appearance and I was powerless to resist the urge to take in a deep gaze. The golden tan across her strong, young body was remarkable and accentuated every curve I could see through the tunnel her shirt created. The two ripe mounds of tissue hung there, suspended for a moment, again appealing to the most primal wants I had. Oh, those are so beautiful, I thought.

Somehow – I’m not quite sure how – I resisted the urge to remove my daughter’s shirt right then and there. I was very glad I’d already sat down at the table; my bulging manhood was unmistakeable now. I returned my sight to Julie’s face, just in time to see her grin mischievously back, turning from me and returning to the kitchen counter. A wave of sharp surprise and guilt gripped me. Oh, crap! Did she just catch me staring down her shirt? I wondered.

Either way, as she walked, my eyes returned to her, delighting in every sight her fifteen-year-old curves had to offer. The cute bubble bum she sported captivated me as she marched across the floor. With each step, her barely-clad waistline pivoted as only a woman’s does. Damn, what a fine ass my little girl’s got, I noted. My whole body ached with sexual desire. My eyes couldn’t get enough!

She returned soon with a pot of coffee and poured both her and myself a cup. Since beginning to drink coffee a year or so ago, she had become quite proficient in making an excellent brew, and I looked forward to it. Again, she leaned over, almost to an exaggeration, permitting another breathtaking view of her succulent chest. I behaved more fatherly this time, however, and made a greater attempt to concentrate on my mug instead of her body. Still, it was painfully difficult.

We began to talk as we ate. We knew each other well and therefore had enough topics to select that the conversation never waned. Fortunately, the distraction allowed my nerves and desires to settle some. I relaxed as felt my solid member deflating. Grateful for the diversion, I inquired as to how her summer job at the neighbourhood Subway was going.

“Not bad,” Julie noted. “I like it, I suppose. You have to be quick on your toes, that’s for sure. It’s fast-paced, but it gives me experience for keeping up to business when that time will come, won’t it?”

I smiled. Conversations with Julie always delighted me. Out of my three children, it was Julie that was the most ambitious, looking to launch a career for herself, not work for someone else’s. After a while, she shifted the topic towards me and what new accounts I was dealing with at the office.

“Well, we actually just started something exciting – well, for me at least. It’s as exciting as accounting can get, anyways,” I laughed. Julie laughed back and asked me to elaborate. “Well,” I began, “there’s a small restaurant franchise in the area that wants to do some expanding to other cities. They’ve asked us to take a look at their books and expansion portfolio and advise us. Looks profitable, so we’re very excited about what it could hold for us.”

We continued to chat as we finished our meal. Unfortunately, distraction soon became an almost irritatingly constant thing. With every move, Julie’s sultry body flowed in an overpowering way, sending jolts of electricity through me as I watched. As we neared the end of the meal, it didn’t seem to matter anymore what she was doing – sitting, giggling, just moving food to her mouth – every motion captivated me.

I was aware of my cumbersome emotions resurfacing, especially as that old familiar growth under my boxers returned. What was I going to do? I couldn’t just remain here while Julie paraded around the room attending to the chores. Sooner or later I would need to stand and it was that very moment that I feared. What would Julie think of a man lusting after his own daughter – especially when it’s her own father wanting her?

When we were done, Julie cleared up some of the dishes. As soon as her back was turned, I stood up quickly and filled my own hands with some as well. Maybe if I can remain behind her, she won’t notice, I hoped. “I’ll help you here, Jewels,” I offered.

My plan was working – temporarily. As I shimmied behind Julie while she loaded her dishes into the dishwasher, she happened to take a step back. Her firm, round butt collided directly with my groin. I knew it was impossible for her not to sense how rigid my penis had become, but had she been paying attention? Still, the impact had sent a shiver of desire through me. How I ached to pull her close and have it happen again. I fought off the want painfully.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Julie apologized

I soothed, “Don’t worry about it, honey.” I couldn’t let her turn around, not now! Quickly I gestured, “Can you grab the last couple things on the table there?”

To my dread, she looked at me. “Sure,” she agreed. I thought she was none the wiser – until her gaze drifted from my face to where a large tent rose from my crotch. It might as well have been Mt. Everest, being every bit as noticeable. “No problem,” she finished. As she turned to leave, I could have sworn she had pursed her lips into a wry smile. Did she find my predicament funny? Did she realize how deeply conflicted I was right now? I wanted her so badly, but knew that it was unacceptable to try.

Julie finished gathering the remaining items on the table just as my cell phone over on another counter. I was relieved to have an excuse to avoid her at the moment. If we were to run into one another again it could have spelled disaster.

To my dismay, the call ID wasn’t overly encouraging either. “Oh, fantastic,” I complained loudly. “Just want I want today; the office.” I hit answer reluctantly, faking a delighted, “Hello, this is David.”

As I hung up the phone, Julie could see my grim expression. “Everything ok, Dad?” she inquired.

“Just a screw up at work, Jewels, with the paperwork for that client I told you about it. Seems someone didn’t do things up correctly and now they almost want to back out of the deal. Actually, they’re threatening to do just that first thing Monday morning if things aren’t settled by this evening.” I took a deep breath and explained, “The good news is they’re willing to work with us on it, but it has to be settled tonight.”

I walked over to the couch in the living room area, and sat down. Rubbing my face, I sighed in frustration. My boxers were still protruding from my body, though not quite as expressively as before. I didn’t care much now. There was something else to complicate my thoughts now. Putting my head in my hands, I sighed deeply.

“Damn it, we went over those numbers a thousand times! What the hell could possibly be wrong?” I heaved.

After Julie had finished putting the condiments away, she joined me in the living room. Standing behind me, she placed her hands tenderly on my shoulders and began digging in her fingers, making deep, wide circles through the exposed muscles. I groaned. The massage felt good, and I could certainly use it.

“You alright, Daddy?” she whispered. The touch of her hands, the softness of her voice, just her mere presence so close to me was enough to reignite my lust towards her. The difficulties at the office suddenly became second place to reassuring my beautiful daughter. Along with it, my erection grew back to its full size immediately.

I reached up with one hand and held hers. “Yeah, Jewels,” I explained. “Just stressed, I guess.” She kissed the back of my head before letting go of my hand, and then kept massaging. I let my hand fall back to my lap and leaned back, abandoning myself willingly to her skillful kneading.

A moment or so went by before she asked, “You’re really upset that Mom’s out of town, aren’t you?” She was either perceptive or my dismay over Kelly’s absence was that obvious. I decided to try and play it off.

“Well, there’s the crap at the office, too. Besides, your mother’s been gone before. It’s not like we’ve never spent the night alone.”

“I know. But I know how much you two love each other. You guys are, like, always having sex. A night or two would be ok, I suppose, but it must be tough to cope.”

I inhaled fully and let the air release slowly. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Kinda, yeah,” she giggled. “That and I’m just smart!” She emphasized the point with a stronger grip on my shoulders. I chuckled. I had to agree with her there. “I also heard you moaning this morning after I got up. Were you...” Surprise built in my chest again as she finished her sentence. “Were you...jacking off...?” she asked innocently.

“Well...yeah...” was all I could think to respond back. Speaking to Will and Broc about this subject was one thing, but I’d never been overly comfortable discussing sex with Julie. I figured that was something my wife could handle a lot better. Another moment went by before I explained, “When a guy needs release, he does that, Jewels.”

She inhaled sharply. “I know,” she replied. She shifted her concentration to my upper back.

I let our discussion hang in the air for a moment before breaking the silence again. I sighed deeply once more before complimenting her handiwork. “That feels great, Jewels. What did I do to deserve this?”

Julie’s hands stopped and slid across my skin as she embraced me from behind, hugging me tightly. I reached up and held her arms, returning the affection.

“Oh, nothing really,” she confessed. “Can’t I just give my dad a shoulder massage to lift his spirits?”

I smiled and embraced her arms more tightly. “I suppose,” I admitted.

Julie kissed me on the cheek and then moved her mouth directly beside my ear. “Can I do something else for you, Daddy?” she whispered.

My eyes widened. She couldn’t mean what I thought she did, could she? I knew what she meant, but attempted to redirect her words. “I don’t know if there’s anything you really can do, honey,” I told her. “I need to get changed soon and get downtown to figure out what’s going on.” It was futile.

“No, no. It’s an idea that I’ve already come up with,” Julie explained. She released her hug and walked around the couch, kneeling in front of me. Putting her hands on my knees, she leaned forward and looked directly into my eyes. “I want you to be relaxed, Daddy. I don’t want you to be stressed out when you go to work.”

Just beyond her face was the opening of Julie’s shirt. I could again see right down there, the womanly curves on her chest again filling my view. Oh, hell, I thought, there are her boobs again. My heart raced. I could feel the fight or flight response filling me now, more than ever. I knew I had to resist – yet, I didn’t want to. I couldn’t resist anymore. Here was my fifteen-year-old daughter – my own flesh and blood – offering herself to me. Yielding to her offer, I took her head in my hands and leaned forward.

Our lips connected. An outpouring of forbidden love and passion issued between us. When we parted, I asked, “Well, what do you mean?”

Julie sat back on her feet, smiling coyly at me. She reached down and gripped the hem of her skin-tight t-shirt. “I mean this, Daddy,” she announced softly and, with that, lifted her arms above her head, removing her shirt and exposing her youthful body fully to my view. “I love you.”

No more imagining. No more wishing. No more wanting. My teenage daughter had bared herself to me, revealing a pair of the most exquisite breasts I had ever seen. She rose up again, leaning on my chest and began kissing my body as she descended. I could feel the stiffness of her nipples rub across me as she left no patch of my skin unexplored, explaining her designs to me the whole way down.

“I know you...have been...watching me...this morning...Daddy,” she cooed, kissing my body at every pause. She took one of my nipples in her teeth and gently bit, giggling at her actions. I smiled and placed a hand on her head as she continued to descend. “Did you...like what...I was wearing?”

I could only hum my appraisal.

When Julie reached my waist, she smiled up at me again. Grabbing the elastic of my boxers, she began tugging. Against my better judgment, I lifted myself up to assist her as she removed the article of clothing and tossed them to the side. My manhood – the very tool I’d used to create her – was now sitting directly in front of her.

She breathed lightly along the shaft of my rigid member. A shiver ran through me as the overwhelming anticipation grew. She reached out with her tongue and slowly, inch by inch, ran the muscle along the length of my engorged pike. When she reached the crown, she again whispered, “I love you, Daddy.” Then, she closed her mouth around me and slowly guided her head up and down.

“OHHH!” I shouted as her full lips engulfed my sexual rod. The pleasure was almost too much for one man to take! Surges of incredible pleasure filled me as Julie’s mouth and one hand rubbed along my most sensitive digit, releasing all the pent-up sexual tension of the past four days. Her other hand caressed my chest, the fingernails gingerly digging into my skin.

My breathing became shallow and erratic. “Oh, Jewels...” I huffed, caressing the back of her head with one hand. “Oh...Jewels...! Ohhh...yeah...! Oh, baby...! Oh, my...baby girl...! Hmmm... Julie...OH...!”

Her tongue felt every crevice of my penile skin in her mouth as it whirled around creating sensations that I had all but forgotten! The slow, even speed she used to pleasure me was insanely gratifying. I couldn’t imagine anything more exquisite, more heavenly, in the entire world than my own child pleasuring me!

I could only groan in delight, feeling her mouth make pass after pass over the head of my manliness. “Jewels...oh, Jewels...! Mmmm... Ohhh... Yeah... I’m...gonna cum, baby...ohhh... I’m gonna cum...!”

She increased her grip and rhythm slightly, intensifying the sensations. I lifted myself off the couch, thrusting upwards to meet the wonderful treatment that was being offered. I leaned my head over the back of the couch, grabbing the sides with both hands and clenching my eyes shut as the wonderful climax overtook me. One of Julie’s hands – I didn’t care which – began lightly fondling the delicate sack underneath. That was all it took – I was sent straight into overdrive!

“Julie...! Oh, Ju...Ju...! Honey...! OHHH... AH...AHHH...! MMMM!” I grunted, launching a powerful series of shots containing my seed down my daughter’s throat. The pumping action of her mouth didn’t cease. “JULIE!!! OHHH!!!” I cried out as the last shots fired.

I looked down at Julie. Somehow, she seemed much more to me now than just my fifteen-year-old daughter. With a loud pop, she released my settling manhood. She finished licking off what remained of my juices. “Mmmm! Daddy’s juice, straight from Daddy’s cock,” she giggled.

I put a hand on her cheek again. “Oh, Julie,” I expressed breathlessly. “Don’t tell your mother, but I think that rivals any blow job she has ever given me.” Julie smiled, biting her bottom lip, happily accepting the compliment. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy. Thank you for letting me. Feel better now?”

I inhaled deeply a few times, catching my breath. “Yeah...” I confessed, “I think I can go into work a happier man today.”

The sweet laugh Julie gave was a joy to hear. She leapt up on the couch beside me, sitting against the opposite arm so she could face me. “I’m glad I could help you, Daddy. I, like, tried everything this morning to get you to ask me for something like this, but you just wouldn’t. I finally decided to do something about it myself.”

“Glad you did,” I responded, sitting myself against the other armrest. “Just one question,” I posed.

She looked back at me in surprise. Her teenage breasts caught my attention. They still taunted me, but I wasn’t so desperate now. I could satisfy them later. “What are you wondering?” she responded.

“Just where did you learn to be so – what’s the word I’m looking for – proficient at giving head?”

“Um...” she paused and bit her lips. Her eyes glanced around sheepishly and her cheeks immediately flushed a light shade of pink. Was it really that embarrassing? “Well, it’s kind of a long story. Actually, you might get mad.”

“Oh, Jewels,” I reassured her, “after what you just did for me? I’m just curious. I won’t get upset.”

She gazed at me timidly with her precious, seemingly innocent brown eyes.

“Promise?”
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