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The first time that Ken noticed his daughter resembled her mother was shortly after the divorce when one late morning, he stumbled into the kitchen to find Sarah at the sink. She was washing plates and loading them into the dishwasher. When she heard him enter, she turned around and greeted him. “Morning, Daddy!”
Through his bleary vision and the way the sun streaked through the blinds, highlighting her dark bangs drifting over her face, the sea-blue eyes, and her toothy smile, he swore he was looking at his ex-wife standing there. He rapidly blinked himself awake, mumbled a hasty “Mornin’, Baby Girl,” in return, and kept himself busy the rest of that morning.
The rest of the morning turned into the next few years, as Ken tried to force himself not to notice her in that way. It was difficult to refrain from admiring her though. As she went through high school and graduated, Sarah turned the spitting image of her mother, filling out her shirts and shorts with the right kind of curves to make any man gawk and fantasize about her the rest of the day. Including him, much as he tried to deny it
Thankfully, she had not inherited the bitchy attitude or pure hate. Instead, Sarah was a tried and true daddy’s girl, helping around the house before and after school, making meals when he didn’t have time, and generally helped him run the house.
Ken threw himself into his work, staying there until all sorts of odd hours, taking any overtime he could. Because he knew that whenever he came home, she would be there, as would the thoughts he tried to suppress. It didn’t help that Sarah usually hung around the house as much as possible and spent most of her time with Ken.
When he arrived home late, sometimes, she would be waiting on the sofa, sleepily pointing to the kitchen. “Dinner’s in the fridge.” Then once he sat down with his meal, she would curl up to him, wrapping her arms around his so that his elbow was planted deep in her ample chest.
Other times, he would come home and find her asleep in her bed. To his surprise, he discovered that she slept nearly naked one night when he went to check on her in her room and she had kicked the blanket off the bed during her sleep. Ken had seen his daughter’s body in full and his pants felt immediately tight.
By the scant light, her perfectly round breasts lay in the still air, her stiff dark nipples begging to be touched. His eyes traced along her curving hips to her thin white panties, through which he saw the faint outline of a slit. His fingers twitched, needing to move the underwear aside for a quick peek. He stopped himself and hurried to take a long, cold shower instead, swearing and cursing his desires.
About a month after that, and many long nights of overtime later, he came home late, when he was sure Sarah would be fast asleep. To his relief, she was.
However, she was sprawled out on the sofa, seemingly having nodded off while waiting up for him. He sighed and shook his head. It was Friday night after all. She should be out with friends, chasing boys, or something. Not hanging around her old man.
Dumping his coat into a chair, he stood over her, debating on waking her up and sending her to bed. But she looked so peaceful on the sofa. She was still much shorter than he was, looking all too much like the little girl he used to carry to bed when she fell asleep on car rides home.
Still, Ken didn’t want his daughter to wake up sore and stiff. Judging his energy for a moment, he carefully slipped his hands under her shoulders and behind her knees, and lifted Sarah and the blanket to his chest.
His grip wasn’t as good as he thought. The blanket slipped from her body and Sarah was once again exposed fully to him. Shit! Ken held his breath, afraid she would suddenly wake up and get the wrong idea. The seconds ticked by, each feeling like a full hour, as he watched her face for any sign of movement.
Sarah stayed fast asleep. In fact, the only timed she moved was to snuggle her face more into his chest, just like when she was younger. Ken felt a stiff stirring in his pants and hurried to her bedroom, wanting to deposit her quickly in bed and beat a hasty retreat to the shower.
When he gently lowered her in her bed, he noticed her panties were even thinner this time. Hot pink with a lacey, see-through design that did little to hide anything. His groin grew harder, more painful, begging to be freed from his pants.
The panties were small and appeared very light. Maybe he could move it this time and take a look. A very brief look. Kneeling by his daughter’s bed, he reached out and traced one finger against the crotch of her panties, checking his daughter for any disturbance with each move.
Her skin felt incredibly soft and smooth compared to his own hairy limbs. But that was nothing compared to the sight of her delicate pussy as he peeled back the underwear. The plump lips were full and inviting, already a little slick at the middle.
Emboldened by his progress so far, Ken quietly dug a finger on either side of Sarah’s panties and slipped them down to her knees, leaving her completely in the nude. Her long hair splayed out on her pillow, her face was completely relaxed, and her arms were raised up by her head, leaving her completely open. It was like staring at a perfect sculpture that was begging to be touched.
Before he knew it, Ken had thrown aside his pants and boxers, letting his member stand proud at attention. He reached down, slowly stroking himself as he watched his daughter’s heavy breasts rise and fall. Rise and fall. His cock ached to be buried deep in her chest. It had been so long since he dated, since he had been with any woman, what with his days spent at work. But he had enough restraint not to let himself get carried away.
Instead, he examined her entrance further. It seemed wetter than before, with a small dribble running past her lips and dripping onto the bed. His heart in his chest, he took the tip of his finger and traced along the wet line.
Sarah breathed deep and moaned softly, but stayed asleep. That’s it, Baby Girl. He ran his finger up and down, working his way inside. Was it his imagination or was her pussy becoming looser and wetter? It seemed to be sucking his finger in. He glanced up now and then, but she wasn’t aware of him. Occasionally, he earned another cute moan.
Carefully positioning himself alongside her, Ken rubbed the little clit at the top of her lips, all the while stroking himself with his other hand. This was heaven. He hadn’t had a release in so long. Some part of him felt guilty about doing this to his daughter, but he reasoned that Sarah wouldn’t remember a thing.
Sarah’s breathing quickened and her chest rose faster. Ken curled his fingers around, sliding them inside her until he found the tiny nub. He jerked himself harder, the building pressure in his groin overriding all sense of fear or caution. Sarah’s moans had become more constant, whining in his ear, as if she was begging to cum too.
“Oh, Sarah,” Ken whispered, almost fit to burst. “Yes, Baby Girl.”
“D-Daddy?”
The room froze, as did Ken. He didn’t want to look, but he knew he had to. He lifted his head and stared into those large, confused eyes that were still on the verge of sleep.
“What are you doing?” Sarah asked.
There was no way to explain this. No way to explain holding yourself next to your daughter’s bed, half-naked, with your cock red and ready to burst, and your fingers still in her pussy.
Still, Ken tried his best. “I was making sure you were okay,” he said, quickly getting up and pulling his shirt down and grateful he hadn’t discarded all his clothes. “You sounded like you were having a nightmare.” He quickly snatched up his pants, hoping she was still too tired to realize what happened. “I have to shower. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Wait, Daddy,” but he was already gone, sprinting for the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. Ken banged his head against the wood several times. Dammit! Dammit! Stupid, stupid, stupid! What were you thinking?
He leaned over the sink, sick to his stomach, and stared at himself in the mirror. He had ruined his relationship with Sarah. Once she realized what had happened, she would never want to speak to him again. Forget not speaking! You’ll go to jail! He moaned, turning on the sink and splashing some water in his face.
Maybe Sarah wouldn’t figure it out. Maybe she’ll go back to sleep and think it was all a dream.
Knock, knock, knock. No such luck. “Daddy? Can I come in?”
“Um,” he glanced down at himself, debating whether or not to put his pants back on. With a sigh, he dropped them. It didn’t matter at this point. “Sure, come on in.”
To his surprise, she entered with nothing on except her panties, soaked to the brim and pulled tight into her entrance. Before he could speak, she raised a hand. “Why did you run away from me?” He tried to pry his eyes away from her shapely hips and waist. “I was really enjoying that.”
A second passed. “Wh-What?” he stammered.
She came closer and draped her arms around his shoulders. “I’ve been sleeping naked for months, hoping you might do something.”
“You mean-then, on the sofa tonight…?”
She giggled. “Of course. Who do you think made sure the blanket fell off me?” Ken’s mind was reeling and she took advantage of his momentary shock, unbuttoning the top of his shirt and kissing his collar. Her soft, delicate lips sent shivers down his spine. “I’ve been wanting you for so long, Daddy.”
He opened his mouth to speak, cleared his throat, then tried again. “How long?”
“Since the divorce. That’s why I wanted to live with you.” She finished unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it off him, her eyes gliding with delight over his body. He certainly wasn’t any athlete, but he had kept himself in decent enough shape. As her hands touched and explored his broad shoulders and chest, her eyes kept flitting down to the lengthy rod pressing against her stomach.
“Baby,” he said, grabbing her hands before they could work their way down further, “we shouldn’t do this. It was wrong of me to do,” he couldn’t bring himself to say it when he stared at her big, bright eyes, “that to you.”
“But Daddy,” she said, drawing out the word, “I want you to take me. I want to feel your fingers, your tongue, your cock inside me.” She pecked his lips and he found himself slowly losing the fight to stay strong. His member ached and throbbed, the head excitedly leaping when it brushed against her thigh. “I love you. Don’t you love me?”
That did it. To hell with morals. To hell with the law. He needed Sarah like he never needed another woman. Tipping her chin up, he dove into her neck, greedily kissing and sucking her skin. She gasped and melted into his grip, her fingers digging into his back. “Yes,” he said, trailing up to her ear. “I love you so much.”
In one swift motion, he lifted her into his arms like a bride, exiting the bathroom and carrying her to his bedroom. He could feel her heartbeat, hammering against her chest much like his. He kissed her as he laid her on the bed, climbing over her and readying himself.
Suddenly, Sarah pushed against him. “Wait.” He sat back, worried that she might have had second thoughts.
Instead, she hopped off the bed, turned him around, and fell to her knees between his legs. She stared at his cock, standing proud in the dark room, her breath tickling the hair surrounding it.
Ken cupped her cheek and smiled. “You don’t have to do this. I’m pretty close to cumming as is.”
She held his hand to her cheek. “Just a little taste. For your Baby Girl, Daddy?” she pleaded, her cute expression begging him.
Damn. Can’t say no to that face. He released her and propped his arms on the bed, spreading his legs wider. “Okay. Anything for you.”
She smiled and immediately ran her tongue over the tip, licking it like an ice cream cone. Ken’s head lolled back. It had been far too long since he experienced this.
Sarah opened her mouth and took the head in slowly, lowering her head further into she reached the midpoint of his shaft. That seemed to be all she could manage, but that was enough for Ken. As she pulled back, she went down again, bobbing her head up and down the shaft, her tongue swirling around its girth.
“You’ve had some practice,” he said, breathing heavily. He hoped she didn’t keep that up for too long. He already felt like he was on the edge between this and fingering her earlier.
She slowly popped the cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue along its length. “I’ve been practicing with some toys a friend lent me. I wanted to save my first real time for you.”
That actually made him feel better, knowing that he would be her first. It was kind of poetic in a way, with her being such a daddy’s girl. He reached over and lifted her up and on the bed. “I think you’ve had enough of a taste.”
She chuckled and bit her finger, acting cute and innocent like she used to when she was a child. “I can’t help it.” She reached up for him, opening and closing her hands repeatedly like kid asking to be held. “I love my daddy.”
He grinned and positioned himself over her, readying his member at her entrance. He took a deep breath, willing himself to stay calm and not get too excited. “Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do it, Daddy. Make me yours.”
That was all he needed to hear. Slowly, he pushed into her. She winced, scrunching her eyes with each inch, and he could feel her hymen resisting him. But she urged him to keep going. “Big push, Baby Girl,” he said, kissing her as he shoved in further, finally breaking through and filling her to the hilt of the shaft.
She moaned painfully, her torso lifting off the bed, and she bit into his shoulder. Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet she put on a brave face. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
Ken waited a few minutes, kissing and sucking her lower lip, taking her mind off the pain. His hand massaged her breasts, enjoying how full they felt in his hands. He would touch her body forever if he could.
Eventually, she tapped his back, giving him the go-ahead to continue. Pulling all the way out, he slowly slid back in, allowing her to get used to his size. He savored the incredible tightness that seemed to squeeze him, adamantly refusing to let go when he withdrew and eagerly gobbling up his cock when he re-entered.
Soon enough, the initial wave of wincing passed and gave way to pleasurable panting. His daughter grabbed either side of his head, running her fingers through his hair, kissing, biting, and groaning as he kept at a steady rhythm. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she said, chewing his earlobe. “Fuck your little girl.”
Ken didn’t need to be told twice. He wrapped his arms around her, holding tight, and thrusted his hips, pumping her faster, deeper. He felt the very inner parts of her, what he supposed was her womb. There was no way he could last long at this rate. A minute more and he’d lose all control.
He started to pull out, but Sarah clamped her legs around his waist, holding him in place. He pushed against her and her legs started to give. She whined and pulled him back to her. “No! Cum in me! Please. I need it.”
“But you’ll-”
“I want to,” she said. “Put a baby in me, Daddy.” She looked up at him, biting her thumb again. “Put a baby in your Baby Girl.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, his logic screamed to pull out and not give in. He shoved that part far away and simply nodded. “Fine. I’ll fill you up.” He picked up the pace, fucking with wild abandon now, desperate to make her pussy overflow with cum.
“Oh, yes,” she said, her voice shaky as her whole body bounced along with his cock. “Yesyesyesyesyes! Right there! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
“I’m almost there,” he said, his voice husky. The pressure was rapidly building up and he could almost feel the explosion.
“Me too! Do it! Do it, Daddy! Please!”
He yelled, giving one final, powerful thrust as hard as he could, coating every inch of her insides with cum. She shrieked and convulsed on the bed, her own orgasm rocking her and lifting her hips up in ecstasy.
They stayed frozen for a moment, both slowly catching their breath and heaving over one another. Finally, Ken pecked her sweaty forehead and rolled off of her, his cock popping out and soaked to the base.
He looked over at her. Sarah propped herself up on elbows and he followed her gaze. Her entrance slowly pulsed, leaking thick white blobs out onto the bedsheets. They needed to be washed anyway, he reasoned.
“We’ll need to get you on the pill,” he said.
She shook her head. “No, I meant it. I want you to knock me up.”
“You can’t be serious.”
She crawled on top of him, staring him dead in the eye. “I am serious. I love you, Daddy. More than any other man. I’m your woman and no one else’s. I want to be with you forever.”
Hearing such a declaration made his chest lighter and he felt a small tingle from his crotch. He ran his hand along her cheek and smiled. “I love you too, Baby Girl.” He glanced at her crotch and chuckled. “You know, one time isn’t enough to get you pregnant.”
She reached behind her, slowly stroking his member, and gave him a teasing grin. “Good thing it looks like you can go again. You must be so pent up.”
“You have no idea.”
“Then let’s remedy that.”
And throughout the rest of the night and the next day, they did just that, ensuring that Sarah would carry their babies before too long.