Emily Untethered Ch. 05

Chuckling, he returned her affection as best as he could, but was quickly headed for nap town. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of a towel wiping ooze off of his cock and groin.

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Emily

Emily smiled and felt genuinely good about her accomplishment. Her dad was finally able to achieve a good release with Dakota, and she actually felt like they might be able to be in the same room with each other without the air feeling heavy around them. Smiling, she returned to her room. She heard the shower for a few minutes and then Dakota came in, beaming.

"Everything go okay?" Emily asked as she came forwards to the bedside.

Dakota fell into bed and smiled, staring dreamily into nothing. "It was amazing," she burbled.

Emily giggled. "Welcome to the club!"

Dakota smiled and moved to snuggle up to her. "Thank you Em," she whispered as Emily twirled a lock of her hair.

"Thank you," Emily said, drawing her back and kissing her gently. "You saved us from crossing a line today."

Dakota snickered but didn't respond, only laying on Emily in silence. Soon, the two girls were fast asleep.

Several hours later, there was a gentle knock on the door and John poked his head in. "I've made some supper," he said, peering at the two girls as they blearily wiped their eyes.

Dakota immediately slithered from the bed and walked sexily over to him, still very nude. "Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked, reaching down and stroking his crotch.

He laughed. "Two orgasms with a gorgeous redhead in one day is more than any man should ask for. But yes, you gorgeous little temptress, I enjoyed myself very much."

Emily came around the bed then and slid in between the two. "Don't forget about me," she said, pouting playfully.

John hugged both of them for a few seconds before freeing himself from the nude women. "Supper's getting cold," he said. "Get some clothes on and..."

The two girls charged past him and down the stairs, not bothering to dress.

"Or don't," he called, following them.

They both went to the dining room as John came in behind them. "Is being nude around my house going to be the new norm?" he asked.

Dakota glanced over at Emily, who grinned in response. "Like you wouldn't enjoy every second of it."

He served them a plate each before grabbing one for himself and sitting down. Dinner conversation was relatively normal, and Emily found herself thoroughly enjoying the banter between the three of them.

After dinner, Emily asked if Dakota wanted to watch a movie, but the young redhead shook her head and looked at her watch. "I better get going. Dad mentioned wanting to watch a show with me tonight."

John stood and offered her a hug.

She smirked and looked at Emily. "A hug is all I get?"

He looked at her, confused. She sighed and pulled his neck down with a single hand, the other gently stroking his bulge. Her lips parted as he bent to kiss her, her soft tongue finding his.

Emily licked her lips and felt a stab of jealousy, but she quickly quashed it.

Dakota got dressed after that, and kissed them both once more before waving goodbye and leaving.

Emily sat back on the couch and smirked as her dad tossed her a shirt. "Please," he said.

She sighed and acquiesced to his request, sliding the over-sized shirt on and sitting back on the couch.

"So," he said, not looking at her.

She giggled. "I'm glad you got to fuck my friend," she said, grinning at him.

He glanced over and then laughed loudly. "I guess you're okay with it."

She nodded and smiled at him. "Of course I am. I initiated it."

Shrugging, he sat back as she slid over and laid her head down on his shoulder.

"Are you okay with it?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I mean, yeah. It was obviously weird showering with my daughter, and her best friend, and then getting a blowjob from her."

Emily shrugged. "It wasn't all that strange for me, to be honest. We've showered together all week."

"Emily," he said. "You saw her sucking me off."

"I saw her sucking you off last week too," Emily admitted. "I would have stayed and watched you guys fucking, but I figured she might want some privacy for her first time."

He sighed and shook his head. "But doesn't the fact that I'm your old man bother you? Aren't you grossed out by the thought or sight of me naked?"

Emily snickered and moved quickly to straddle him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, looking down and trying to scramble from beneath her. "You aren't wearing panties!"

She shrugged. "I want to show you something," she explained. Reaching down, she re-adjusted his cock inside his boxer-briefs and positioned it pointing to his belly button. Sliding back down comfortably, she draped her pussy across the shaft and sighed in pleasure.

"Just relax," she said. "I'm not going to cross any lines."

He looked up at her, unconvinced. "I think we're already crossing lines."

She smirked and just looked at him, her eyes dancing over his body. Smiling as she felt what she'd been waiting for, she slid off of him and then looked down. "See?" she asked, nodding down at his erection.

She'd left a very clear wet spot on his underwear, right against the shaft of his cock. He looked down and then back at her, taken aback.

"Why do you think it's so hard to stay away from you," she said. "You turn me on just as much as I turn you on, Daddy."

He shook his head. "It's not right though."

She shrugged. "Says who? I can find whatever and whoever I want attractive. There are people out there with much weirder tastes than this."

She sighed and shifted so that she could look at him. "The point is, you turn me on, Daddy. When we were in the shower, I wanted you to fuck me. The other day, when we were in the kitchen making pizza, I wanted you to bend me over the sink. When we were sitting on the couch several times, and right before mom came back that day, I wanted you so badly that I couldn't stand it."

"Emily, this isn't right!" he said.

"Daddy," she interrupted. "No one has the right to tell me what turns me on, not even you."

He sat back, momentarily silenced. Eventually he nodded. "I understand that. I'm saying, we shouldn't act on it, no matter how much we both want to."

She nodded. "I know we shouldn't, and we haven't."

He looked at her flatly again. "Emily, you just kissed your friend after she'd swallowed my..."

"Your cum, Daddy," she finished for him. "And yes, I did."

He looked at her like he wanted her to elaborate. She sighed. "What? Is there a problem with me enjoying swallowing cum?"

He sighed and shook his head. "I can't believe we're really talking about this."

"Well, you brought it up!" she said loudly.

"I just..." he started. "I just don't get it. That was from me, your own father!"

She smirked. "Well, it wasn't exactly on purpose, Daddy."

He looked at her, confused again. "I don't get it."

She giggled. "Guys really enjoy that. Back in California, it was a favorite activity of theirs. Shawn and the other guys used to love to make me swallow their loads. Sometimes, they didn't even fuck me, they just wanted blowjobs. It got to where I tolerated it, and then started to enjoy it. Eventually, I craved swallowing cum."

John was clearly erect now, and swallowed hard. "That's all fine, I guess, but it was mine."

She nodded. "All it takes is for me to see it, or smell it, or really to just see an erect cock, and I want to suck it. I want to taste the seed that I know wants to come out of it. I saw Dakota with a mouthful, and I just couldn't take it. I just had to have it. In fact," she said, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek, "I did it last week too."

He looked at her, surprised. "You did what?" he asked.

"I licked Dakota's face clean of your cum, Daddy. I couldn't help it. I felt guilty afterwards and she had to comfort me for awhile, but I still did it."

A long silence fell between them. Eventually he sighed and shook his head again. "I'm going to need another cold shower if we keep this up."

She smirked and flipped on the TV, deciding that she couldn't keep tormenting him. She'd finally gotten him to have sex with her friend, why would she keep antagonizing him?

She didn't really have an answer to that question, but wrapped a blanket around her legs and curled up on the other end of the couch. They spent the rest of the evening watching a few movies and enjoying each other's company, laughing easily and joking.

Bedtime came, and she stood and began to fold the blanket as her dad switched to the local news.

"Do we dare risk a hug?" she asked, looking down at him with a sly grin.

He smirked and shook his head. "You're still not wearing panties," he reminded her.

"That sounds like a challenge," she said, walking pointedly over to him.

"That didn't sound anything like a challenge, Emily," he said, shaking his head. She smirked and smiled playfully at him, turning and sliding down onto the couch again. She slid into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"There," she said, pulling back and looking down. She'd pulled her shirt down low and kept some between her legs. His cock wasn't erect, but she knew that it was a definite possibility that it would make an appearance. "Better?"

He chuckled and nodded.

Satisfied that he was okay, she looked at him pointedly. "Can I ask you something?" she asked.

He nodded. "Of course."

She leaned forwards and turned her head away from him, enjoying the warmth from his body as it seeped into hers. "Today, when Dakota and I were laying out by the pool. Were you recording us?"

He swallowed and was silent for a bit. "I uh... I think maybe I was," he said at length.

"Maybe?" she asked, her smile wide and mirthful. "Daddy, either you were or you weren't."

He shrugged. "Something in me has changed, I think," he said. "I mean, it's pretty clear that my body reacts to seeing yours. I think I'm actually okay admitting it."

She smiled. "My father finds me sexy?"

He groaned. "Emily, why do you have to put it like that?"

She giggled. "That actually reminds me of something someone said to me one time. There's a big difference in "Forgive me father for I have sinned," and "Sorry Daddy, I've been naughty,"" she said, grinning widely.

John laughed briefly, but then covered his mouth. "Emily," he admonished.

She grinned and shrugged, sitting back. She glanced down, raising a single eyebrow and began to twirl a single braid in her fingers. "Daddy, I think I feel you being a little naughty," she said.

He sighed and shook his head. "I think we established that I can't control the way my body reacts to yours."

She thought about pushing him further, but relented, turning back to her question instead. "So you did record us then?"

He sighed and fell silent, eventually nodding. "I'm a pervert, I know."

She giggled. "Of course you are, but the thought of you spying on me and Dakota while she was getting me off is a little hot, and more than a little naughty."

He smirked and rolled his eyes.

"I guess you might have to start your own little folder of recordings of me and Dakota," she said with a grin.

He chuckled in response, but then looked up at her. "Can I ask, did that really happen with your professor?"

Emily nodded. "Don't think too badly of me, Daddy, but yes. It did. It was Shawn's professor, though."

"You don't regret doing things like that?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I've had time to process it all, since I've been back. I really don't regret any of it. I mean, yeah, that last party kinda of ruined California for me, but other than that, I really had a lot of fun. I mean, I had more sexual experiences than most people have in a lifetime."

He brushed a hair from her eyes and then groaned, lifting her a bit to shift his growing erection. She smirked down at him.

"Did you ever worry about catching something, or getting pregnant?"

She shook her head. "Honestly, no. Not at the time. I mean, first, I did actually get tested in California, and I was on birth control. Plus, I've been tested here several times. I'm fine, and I'm perfectly clean and healthy. No one ever took things with me too far, even on that last night. I certainly started out enjoying myself, even encouraging the guys to take advantage of me."

He looked at her, a soft, caring look on his face.

"Aww, Daddy," she said, leaning in and kissing him briefly. "I'm still your girl," she said, smiling sweetly.

"I know you are baby," he said, squeezing her tightly. "I just don't want you to think that you did anything that I would be offended by."

She smiled and nodded. "I know, Daddy."

"Here," he said, pushing her back a little to look at her. "Hit me with your best shot. Tell me your favorite time out there. I promise, I'll be okay with it."

She snickered and shook her head. "I don't think you're ready to hear about that just yet, Daddy."

He shook his head. "I mean it. Just let me have it. I want you to know that I love you, and I'm proud of you."

She looked at him incredulously again. "You really want to hear this?"

He forced a smile and nodded. She laughed and shook her head. "Maybe some other time, Daddy," she said, smiling. "I'm going to bed."

He sighed and released her. She leaned down and drew his face up, the room seemingly going quiet around them. Tilting her head, she gently pressed her lips to his and parted her mouth, her tongue pushing gently inside and eliciting a moan from him. Her lips pushed completely against his then, and she felt his tongue push gently back against hers. Electricity seemed to flow between them, and she fell back, breaking the kiss and biting her lip. Standing, she shook her head and waved. "I definitely shouldn't kiss you again," she said.

He nodded in agreement and looked back at the TV, making a show of watching. She turned, and headed upstairs.

A few minutes later, she was laying quietly in her bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of her dad locking the house up and then climbing the stairs. Hearing him open and then close the door to his room, she sighed and forced herself to relax.

Her dreams that night were wicked, images of her father bending her over the couch, or fucking her up against the wall. In one dream, it was her in place of Dakota as he claimed her virginity, in another, a flood of cum erupted from his cock as she knelt before him, threatening to drown her in it.

She awoke the next morning, covered with sweat and breathing heavy. She felt flushed, and was definitely horny. Briefly considering contacting Dakota, she sighed and went to her bathroom. She heard a familiar noise from her father's room, and knew that she shouldn't act on the sudden desire that was filling her.

Opening the door to the hall, she stepped out and tiptoed towards his room. His shower was on and he'd left the door to his bathroom slightly ajar.

"Fuck," she whispered, knowing that she was definitely going in now. She steadied herself and fought the illicit thoughts of fucking him in the shower anyway.

She crept in and then watched him for a second. He was whistling while he soaped up his hair. She smiled, still thoroughly aroused despite the silliness of the scene.

She stepped in and smiled up at him as he squinted through one eye at her. "I was wondering if I was going to get some company this morning," he said, smiling and drawing her close.

She looked downwards, his cock semi-erect and slowly bobbing upwards and groaned inwardly. Fighting the very powerful urge to drop to her knees, she closed her eyes and stepped forwards, wrapping her arms around him as his erection slid between her legs.

"Sorry, sweetie," he said, glancing down.

She shrugged. "I'm not," she replied.

He grabbed her soap bottle from the shelf and began to wash her, paying particular attention to her breasts and buttocks. She turned for him, feeling his larger form slide up against her backside and feeling his erection slide between her butt cheeks again. It slithered deliciously against her pussy and she moaned uncontrollably. He didn't react though, and reached around her to wash her. His hands worked their way across her breasts again and then down to her stomach. Sliding one knee up, she tilted to the side and looked up at him as he smirked and shook his head.

"I'm dirty," she whispered, grabbing his hand and pulling it down. His warm, soapy fingers slid across her pussy briefly, and then moved to her thighs. She pulled him back to her pussy quickly, and he again rubbed against it for a few seconds before moving to her other thigh. She spun and pulled him down for a kiss, but he broke it a few seconds later and smiled at her.

"We'll run out of hot water if we don't hurry," he said. She sighed, frustrated, but nodded and began to wash him. Disappointingly, he wouldn't let her wash his erection, even though it was angrily standing up and glaring at her.

Sliding out of the shower, she slid up on the cabinet and sat on a towel, propping one leg up on the counter. Her father stepped out a minute later, turning off the water and smiling as she wriggling a finger at him to come forwards.

Grabbing a towel, she began to towel his chest off as he came forwards, his erection bobbing up and down as he slid between her legs. She sighed as he slid up against her thigh, and gently pulled at his back, hoping he'd "accidentally" slide into her. She shook the illicit thoughts from her head and let him step back, sliding off the counter and beginning to dry herself.

She caught him staring at her a minute later and looked at him quizzically.

"Women have no idea how sexy they are when they are just doing normal things," he explained, smiling.

She smirked. "Saying shit like that isn't making me want to behave, you know," she said.

He laughed and held up his hands. "It was just an observation."

She glared at him semi-playfully and stood as he stepped past to leave the bathroom. She'd just knelt to begin drying her legs and was in the process of standing when he stepped past, his cock brushing her cheek. She groaned and reached for it with one hand, stopping him as she stood and pushed him up against the wall.

"Daddy," she warned, squeezing his cock tightly. "Stop fucking toying with me," she warned. "You have no idea what you're about to start."

He winced, but nodded. "It wasn't intentional," he explained.

She looked down and stroked gently, but stopped, groaning in frustration.

He wisely left the room a few seconds later, followed by Emily. She stopped at the door as he began to slide on some boxer shorts and subconsciously licked her lips.

"Fuck," she whispered. Today was going to be a very long day.

She headed off to her room to get dressed, selecting a tight white camisole and a g-string. If he wanted to torment her, she'd show him who was the best at it.

She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the small panel of fabric covering her panties, and then headed downstairs.

He was in the kitchen at the stove, frying some bacon and eggs. She slid in behind him and looked around him, reaching around to grab at the bulge in his pants. He shook his hips, shaking her loose as she giggled and turned, scowling at her.

"Are you trying to get me hard?" he asked, looking at her clothes.

She glanced down and then back up at him. "Who, me?" she asked playfully.

He sighed and moved over to where she was standing. Reaching behind her, he opened the cabinet and grabbed a plate to put the food on. His cock was half-erect again, and was slowly bobbing upwards, brushing against the panel of fabric covering her pussy.

She sighed softly, feeling the gentle pressure at her pussy and fought the urge to reach down and take command of the situation.

He paused for a second, swaying forwards and leaned in close, his lips brushing against her forehead. Sighing, he seemed to force himself back and began to dump the eggs and bacon into the plate. Quickly turning off the stove, he slid the pan into the sink and then came back over to where she was standing and slid up against her again, reaching for two more plates. His much more erect cock pushed directly against her pussy then, eliciting a much louder moan and a whimper as he pulled away.