Emily Untethered Ch. 02

She paused then and poked her head back into the kitchen. "Wanna come with me?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm good."

She shrugged. "I guess you need some alone time."

"Even less nice," he called.

She giggled and disappeared upstairs before reappearing an hour later wearing a nice Sunday dress.

"You sure you don't wanna go?"

He looked up from his book. "No thanks, honey."

"I'll be back later then," she said, grabbing her keys and heading to her car. "I'll try not to burn the place down," she called before shutting the front door.

*****

John spent his alone time beating himself up about the previous night. "Why did I have a wet dream? Was I really dreaming about my own daughter? What the hell is wrong with me?"

No answers seemed to help. He tried to remember the dream itself, to see if it was his wife that he'd been picturing. He knew the truth, however, and all he could remember was seeing his daughter's blue eyes looking up at him while he came in her mouth.

"FUCK," he yelled, shaking his head violently. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"How the hell had it gotten this far?" he kept asking himself.

He tried to calm down then. "Let's think about this rationally," he told the empty room.

Clearly, he'd had a wet dream. Clearly, it had been about his daughter. "Clearly, I'm fucking nuts," he said, dropping his head into his hands in defeat.

He thought back to the previous day and all the revelations. He'd learned his daughter had been very promiscuous in California. He'd learned that she'd been with women and men. The thought of his blonde haired Emily with her face buried between some stranger's legs entered his head and he growled and shook his head, clearing it away.

"Maybe that's it," he suddenly realized. "Emily keeps telling me these fucking nasty stories. That's what keeps turning me on, not my daughter."

He swore then, seeing the hole in his logic. "The stories are about your daughter, dumb ass."

He sighed then and sat quietly on the couch, staring at nothing in particular. A few hours passed and he finally got tired of worrying.

"Fuck it," he said. "If I get hard looking at her, so be it. It's my problem and I'll deal with being a fucking pervert. I won't touch her anymore."

Satisfied with his logic, he turned and looked at the clock. She'd be getting home soon.

*****

Church was fun. She'd missed some of the people that attended, and got a warm hug from the pastor. Driving home, her thoughts drifted back to what had happened. She still felt like a pervert for forcing herself on her father.

"Okay, so I didn't really force myself on him," she said, remembering that she'd kind of fallen into his lap in a compromising position.

Still, she was the one that had thrust forwards, rubbing her pussy on the erection that he was sporting. She was the one grinding against her own father, like she was some wanton whore.

She shook her head and tried to focus on the road. She kept thinking about that moment, when she'd been unable to resist, when she'd felt a nearly uncontrollable urge to push forwards with her crotch. She'd felt him get bigger, and the thoughts entered her mind to get off of him. Something made her sit still however, and soon she felt the tip of his cock pressing through his lounging pants and up against her white cotton panties. He'd clearly felt it too and was obviously uncomfortable with it. Why did she do it?

She sighed and turned on to her street. Her orgasm had been powerful, better than any she could remember from out in California. That had to be what was bugging her the most. She'd gotten off and had liked it, and her dad was involved.

She pulled into the driveway and sat in her car for a moment. "It never happened," she told herself looking in the rear view mirror. She hopped out.

'Yeah, right," she thought, heading inside.

Her dad was sitting on the couch watching T.V. She came in and sat on the other end of the couch.

"Hey kiddo, how was church?" he asked.

She smiled and turned to look at him. "It was good. I saw a bunch of old friends."

"Anyone ask about your mom?"

She had noticed that. "Actually, no," she replied after thinking about it for a few seconds. "I guess they all know or don't care."

He nodded and turned back to the TV.

"I think I'm going to go take a nap," she said, after a few minutes of awkward silence.

He nodded and seemed to be intently watching a commercial. "Have a good sleep then," he called as she disappeared upstairs.

She kicked the door to her room nearly shut and headed over to her bed. As she pulled the covers back and began to pull off her sundress, she saw her laptop from school leaning over in the corner. Tossing her dress aside, she pulled on an old shirt and her pajama bottoms and pulled out the laptop. After plugging it in, she situated herself on her bed, laying back on some pillows. Hitting the power button, she waited for it to power on but was greeted by a blue error screen. She swore quietly and powered down and then back on, but the same screen came back up. Sighing, she tossed the laptop to the other side of her bed and scooted down in the sheets to get some sleep. Her dreams drifted back to California.

***** California

After they'd been fucking for awhile, he'd broached the subject of watching her have sex with another girl. At first she'd rolled her eyes at him, but later that evening, when she was falling asleep in bed, the thought stayed with her. He'd been very descriptive. He even said he knew a girl that might be into it, a girl in one of his classes that he'd sat next to.

She'd had a naughty dream that night, involving this mystery girl's head between her legs, and after that, she'd been curious. Sex with Shawn was nice, and she really enjoyed most aspects of it. Maybe she'd enjoy sex with another woman too. She'd thought about it before, mostly about Emma, Mike's twin sister. She'd never acted on it of course, but it had always been there. She finally gave Shawn the okay to approach the girl and they went out to a bar to dance. Her name was Jessica, Jess for short. She was around Emily's size but had vibrant red hair and spectacular breasts. Emily found herself eyeing the girl kind of like a guy would, and like her boyfriend was. Jess noticed that she was being visually devoured and kept blushing.

Emily apologized and turned to leave, but Jess stopped her and the three of them danced together for another hour. Finally, it was time to leave and Shawn drove them back to his apartment, after stopping off at a friend's house to get some beer first. They'd been unable to drink at the club, so when they got back to his apartment, both girls downed a few beers quickly. Shawn must have recognized the awkwardness of the situation, so he put on some music and moved to kiss Emily. She kissed him back but was interrupted by Jess pulling her up to dance with her. She smiled as Jess pulled her close, the two girls arm in arm, caressing and exploring. She turned and looked at her boyfriend. He was sitting at the head of his bed, a wide smile on his face. Emily rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

Jess made a move first. Looking back, Emily supposed it was because she was a redhead. They tended to be crazier than blondes or brunettes, at least that was what she'd heard. The first time they kissed, Emily felt a jolt of electricity fill her body. That was the only way she could describe it. It was electric. She felt more alive than she ever had before. Wide-eyed, she pulled back and smiled at the redhead. Both girls began to make out passionately, lost in each other. Emily began to kiss down the girl's neck, and was stopped when the girl returned the favor. Emily pulled at the girl's shirt, and she quickly stripped off her own, the girl lowering her face to suck on her nipples.

"You're the first girl I've ever been with," Emily whispered.

Jess smiled back up at her. "Me too."

The blonde lowered her head then and marveled at how exciting it was to have another woman's nipple in her mouth. The two kept kissing and caressing each other for at least twenty minutes. They just seemed content to make out. Eventually she felt Jess undo a button on her blue jeans, and then felt her hand squeeze into her pants. Warm and soft fingers pushed into her panties, causing Emily to gasp in excitement. She gazed down as Jess took her nipple into her mouth, her finger wiggling its way into her pussy. The sight made her go weak in the knees and both girls fell back to the bed. Emily glanced back at Shawn. He'd taken his shirt off and was working his pants down. He smiled at her and nodded. She looked back down at Jess, who was fumbling with her blue jeans, trying to pull them off.

Emily helped, lifting her hips and briefly covering her exposed pussy as her underwear went with her pants. Jess smiled and looked down, her warm breath tickling Emily's stomach.

"I've always wondered what this would be like," Jess said to her.

Emily bit her lip nervously as Jess began to kiss her softly, working slowly downwards to her hips, her thighs and then inwards towards her most intimate parts. Emily could barely contain herself, she was shaking with nervous energy right up until Jess's warm lips made contact with her pussy. She felt a gentle kiss, and then a soft, wet tongue pushed into her.

"Oh fuck," Emily cried, reaching down and caressing Jess's face as an orgasm crashed into her. Right then her world changed. Emily knew from that moment that she was definitely into women, just as much as men.

Jess was a very skilled lover. Even though she'd never gone down on a girl, she proved to be a natural at it, and brought Emily to at least four orgasms in swift succession. Emily finally had to make her stop, lifting the girl's face up to kiss her. She turned her around and pushed her back into the sheets and pulling off the rest of their clothes.

Emily wanted to take her time, drawing out Jess's excitement over at least an hour. She began kissing the girl's neck, and moved downwards across her body. Nothing was safe from her lips and tongue. She moved from her neck to her shoulder, then her arm, breasts, nipples, stomach, and then downwards. Finally, when Jess was practically squirming beneath her, Emily gingerly kissed her pussy, expecting it to be a mildly unpleasant, but necessary, sensation. Excitement washed over her and she hungrily began to slurp and lick. She forced herself to slow down though, realizing that she'd want Jess to go slower if their positions were switched. She slowly licked at the girl, parting her lips and sending her tongue to probe at her clitoris. The girl squirmed beneath her, lost in the first of several orgasms. After a while, Emily felt movement on the bed other than herself and remembered that her boyfriend was in the room. Jess looked down at her and brought her face up, pulling Emily in to a kiss that caused both of them to fall back in to the sheets.

Shawn cleared his throat then and Emily pulled up, looking at him as Jess joined her. "Sorry baby, did we leave you out?"

Jess giggled and wiggled her finger at him to come over. The look on Shawn's face reminded her of a kid on Christmas. He quickly dropped his pants and came forwards. His cock was hard as Jess leaned forwards on the bed and pulled him into her mouth. Emily smiled as her boyfriend moaned in pleasure. She moved forwards and joined Jess at his waist, waiting for Jess to pass his cock to her.

Emily watched as Jess pushed it at her lips and she took it, pulling his cock into her mouth. He reached around to the back of her head and began to pull her face toward him. He always did that. It didn't take her long to be able to get him all the way into her mouth. She extricated the cock and passed it back to Jess, who did the same. Emily was impressed, it had taken her a few tries to do that. She'd later find out that Shawn was smaller than average, and while not exactly tiny, it wasn't hard to get him all the way into her mouth, or anyone else's. Shawn began to gasp, but Jess reached up and grabbed both of his balls in her hands and gently squeezed. He looked down at her in genuine surprise.

"Not yet," she said, releasing him when the orgasm had subsided. His cock was deflated slightly, so she turned her attention back to Jess, and the two girls began to lick each other at the same time.

Emily was on bottom, and saw Shawn stroking his cock while he watched his girlfriend 69 another girl. He quickly got erect and positioned himself behind Jess, who turned around when she felt his hands on her hips. Emily's tongue was still probing her pussy, but Shawn pushed inside, eliciting a moan from Jess. Emily did her best to keep her face out of the way, but she did get her boyfriend's balls on her face from time to time. The two girls switched then, and Shawn fucked his girlfriend for a while. Jess finally took over and began stroking his cock while Emily was going down on her again.

"Come in my mouth," Jess said to him, laying back on the bed as he pushed in and out of her lips. Emily smiled as another orgasm hit her new lover, watching her boyfriend's cum ooze out of Jess's lips. A few minutes later, Shawn was snoring and the two girls were back at each other. They continued to devour each other for a few more hours. Finally, they showered and Emily drove her home.

"I'll call you soon," Emily said, feeling a little awkward.

"Call me now," Jess said, pulling her inside the dorm room. The two girls fell into the bed and began to pleasure each other again.

They didn't stop this time until the light of dawn was shining through Jess's window.

*****

Emily opened her eyes and blearily looked at the clock. She'd been asleep for nearly three hours. The warmth of the afternoon sun was warming her sheets and she felt really good.

"That was a great dream," she thought, smiling to herself.

She ran a hand down to her panties and felt wetness and gently began to rub.

*****

John stood after deciding that he'd had enough television. Emily had been asleep for several hours, and he figured he'd better check on her. He approached the top step and stopped. Her bathroom was to the left, her room beside it. At the end of the hall was his own room, and then on the opposite side was the office. The door to Emily's room was nearly shut, but not completely. Soft moans were coming from inside. He turned to head back downstairs but something stopped him.

"This is wrong," he told himself. He couldn't help it. He turned slowly, but stopped again, hovering on the top step. He heard the sheets move, and another soft moan wafted out. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Don't do it," he thought.

He thought back to her stories then, the image's she'd put it in his head. Her soft, wonderful lips around some stranger's cock, come spurting out from around the edges. He shook his head again and turned, heading back downstairs. Another soft moan reached his ears.

"No," he thought. He turned though, his willpower crumbling and silently tried to rationalize. "I'm just checking on her. It's just one look, and then I go to the office."

He crept forwards, stepping around the spots in the hall that he knew would creak and stopped, nearly five feet away from her door and peered at the crack. He could see her bed, and one bare leg. It was flexing and then relaxing, her pale skin contrasted against the blue sheets. He shook his head and began to turn, but another soft moan made him turn and move forwards a little bit more. Her pussy came into view then, along with her fingers that were alternating between rubbing madly at it and plunging deep inside. He glanced up then and saw her breasts, her other hand pinching and pulling at a nipple.

He closed his eyes then and quietly tiptoed past to go mentally beat himself up in private.

*****

Emily smiled, soaked in sweat and licked her juices off her hand. She'd discovered that she enjoyed her own taste back in California. Something about it reminded her of Jess, and the other girls she'd been with.

Eventually, she forced herself out of bed and cleaned herself up. Heading to the office with her laptop.

"Daddy?" she asked, knocking quietly.

"Yeah," he called from within.

She pushed the door open and headed inside. "Can I get your help?"

He looked up from the desk with a peculiar look on his face. It was as if he was afraid to look at her.

She came around his desk then and handed him her laptop. "I keep getting a blue-screen error."

"Ah, the blue screen of death," he said.

She nodded. "I guess. Can you fix it?"

He nodded and set it down as she turned to leave. "Did you need to use the computer?"

She shook her head. "I just wanted to check my email. I haven't done so since I got back."

"Oh, well you can do that on mine," he said, moving over and letting her have his chair.

She smiled as he sat on another chair and tried to power the laptop on.

She sat down and opened up the web browser and went to the correct website, typing in her address and password. The computer began to work and she sat back. A few seconds later, it had finally finished and she peered at it. It was mostly spam, but there were a few emails from Jess, a few from some of the other girls she'd been with, and some from Shawn. One in particular was marked, "Must Read," and she clicked on it.

"Emily,

I know you aren't coming back, but I figured you might want this. Just click the link and it'll do the rest.

Shawn."

Curious, she clicked the link. A few program windows opened and closed and then the computer began downloading. It seemed to be moving slowly, so Emily sat back in the chair and watched her dad work on the laptop for a few minutes.

The progress bar had barely moved in that time. She swore quietly again.

"What's wrong, Ms. Potty-Mouth?"

"Just a file someone sent me. I'm trying to download it."

He nodded. "Looks big," he commented. "Any idea what it is?"

She shrugged. "I'm gonna go start dinner. Can you yell when it's done?"

He nodded. "It looks like I'll have to reload this laptop."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said.

He waved a hand at her dismissively. "Don't worry about it."

She turned and bounded downstairs.

*****

He pulled out the software to reload the laptop and began to wipe the hard drive. He glanced over to the computer a few times and the bar had barely moved. Emily came back upstairs to check on it after ten minutes, but disappeared back downstairs quickly.

He sat back in his chair and desperately tried not to picture what he'd seen today. He had no one to blame but himself, but he couldn't get that image out of his head. It had given him a massive erection that had taken forever to go down. Emily's pussy full of her fingers, nipples being squeezed by the other hand, her breasts full and arched upwards sexily, tan lines along her waist. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

He heard a soft ding and looked at the computer. It had finally finished. The computer was still processing the download, though, so he waited a bit longer. As it stopped, he moused over and unzipped the file named "Emily's Adventures" and a window popped up.

"Fuck," he said.

They were pictures, it appeared, and some video too. He clicked over the archive and scrolled down. There were a lot of pictures, and more than one video. He shook his head and reached for a thumb drive big enough to hold the archive.

"I'm not looking again."

Highlighting the unzipped folder, he right clicked, and hovered over copy. He moused upwards slightly and selected the zipped archive and copied it over to the thumb-drive.

He'd only seen a few of the pictures. One was of her on her knees, pretty much in the same position that he'd been imagining earlier in the day, some stranger's cock in her mouth. Another was of some strange girl between what he could only assume was his daughter's legs, and the last one he'd seen was of his daughter on her knees, two dicks in her hands.