Emily Untethered Ch. 05

She bit her lower lip and stared hungrily at him.

"Can you get some glasses?" he asked.

She nodded numbly and turned, breathing deeply for a few seconds and re-establishing control. Turning, she headed for the cabinet and pulled out two glasses. Heading to the fridge, she bent over low and then glanced back.

"Daddy," she said, looking pointedly at him. His eyes shot to her ass, undoubtedly drinking in the taboo sight.

He swallowed hard and looked up at her. "Come tell me what you want," she said.

He nodded and stepped forwards, placing a single hand on her back, his cock sliding between her legs and nuzzling up against the fabric covering her pussy again. He thrust gently against her, causing her to moan softly and sway backwards.

His hands gripped both of her hips then, and he pushed forwards, his shaft pushing against her pussy as he lowered his hips slightly and causing her to whimper softly.

He released his grip quickly though, and moved back. "I... I... I... I'll take... take orange milk. Juice," he corrected.

She giggled, and reached in, grabbing the orange juice and turning. Filling the two glasses, she turned as he finished filling the plates and the two walked over to the table. He sat down as she turned to go get silverware.

Coming back around, she pushed her breasts into the side of his head as she handed him a fork. He turned, nuzzling her cleavage and sighing. She moaned softly, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of her shirt. He sighed, inadvertently blowing a stream of air across her nipple and eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her. Again, she fought the urge to push it further and forced herself back to her seat.

They ate in silence, both stealing glances at the other until they'd finished. She offered to do the washing up, and smiled as he sat on the counter to watch her.

*****

John

He marveled at the way her ass flexed when she moved around the kitchen, washing the few dishes that they'd dirtied or were already in the sink.

She looked incredible this morning, and was obviously horny again, as was he. He sighed when he thought of the troubling week that was undoubtedly ahead of them, but then focused back on her ass as it flexed sexily.

Her hair was done up in her normal braids and hung back out of the way behind her. He briefly had a flash of the dreams he'd had the night before.

The first had been Dakota swallowing him in the shower, but then her face had morphed into Emily's and then back into Dakota's. Then, he'd had a dream of Emily on her knees, begging him to cum in her mouth, almost pleading as if her life depended on it. Then, he was behind her, yanking hard on her braids as he plunged his cock deeply into her.

He'd woken up extremely erect and horny, and feeling very guilty. Now, in the kitchen and earlier in the shower, he felt his resolve fading away and knew that he'd have to be strong to resist his more base urges.

He sighed and turned, forcing himself from the room. "Going to go do some work," he called.

She called out, "Okay."

Heading into the office, he shut the door and sat down at his desk. Eyeing the folder on his desk, he shook his head and began to open up the file folder sitting next to the computer.

A few minutes later, the door opened and she came over, smiling. "Can I look at something?" she asked, sliding into his lap before he could respond.

"Sure," he said, groaning inwardly.

She smiled and took control, moving the mouse over to the webcam program and loading up the video he'd recorded. She smiled and turned. "Goodness, Daddy, you really got me in a naughty position!"

He blushed and tried to get her to close it, but she moved the mouse away. On the screen you could hear faint moaning as Dakota finger fucked her.

"Where are my other pictures and videos?" she asked.

He sighed and shook his head. "I'll tell you when you let me leave the room."

"Tell me or I'll drop to my knees and take your cock in my mouth right here and now," she ordered.

He groaned. "Damnit Emily, I'm the parent here. I'm the one in charge."

She smiled innocently at him.

Swearing quietly, he pointed at the folder on the desktop and directed her through the series of hidden and benignly named folders.

"Sneaky," she said, grinning and wriggling her butt against him.

He sighed when she clicked open the last folder and began to thumb through the directories.

Frowning, she shrugged. "I guess we didn't record my favorite time. I wanted to show you," she said.

Spinning around in his lap, she kissed him sweetly on the cheek and stood, presenting her breasts to his face.

He sighed, unable to tear his eyes away for a few seconds. She giggled and disappeared.

Now sporting a healthy erection, he quickly closed the video and the folder and tried to focus on work. Several hours later, he stood and began to head downstairs. Emily was nowhere to be found, though he could see her car through the front window.

Peering out back, he saw the pool and had a quick idea. "A nice cool swim ought to calm me down," he decided, and quickly went to pull on his suit.

Opening the door, he strode over the edge and dove in, beginning to swim laps back and forth. A few minutes later, he stopped and looked up, seeing a familiar form standing near the pool.

Emily smiled sweetly down at him completely nude, and dove in, flying over him and causing him to briefly duck. He turned as she came up, smiling and splashing water at him.

Briefly splashing her back, which she immediately declared cheating and unfair, he smiled and then turned to hop out of the pool.

"Come on," she said, pouting. "Swim with me!"

He sighed and turned, knowing he shouldn't, but relented despite his misgivings. His fears turned out to be unfounded, and they actually had a fun, non-sexual time in the pool, despite her complete nudity.

"Dakota coming over?" he asked. She shook her head, grinning at him. "She's got to pay attention to her current boyfriend," she said. "So she tells me."

He sighed, growing confused. "Why did she..." he asked, trailing off.

Emily smiled. "She chose you as her first because she wanted it to be with someone who cared, someone who had done it before, and someone who would be gentle."

He nodded, realizing that it was actually a plausible reason. He remembered himself at her age and knew that he wouldn't have been nearly as gentle nor caring as he'd been the day before.

"The fact that you've got a big fucking cock doesn't hurt either," Emily said, grinning and diving under the water.

He groaned and immediately decided that he'd had enough swimming, hopping out and heading inside.

Emily swam for a little longer before disappearing back up into her room.

She poked her head into his office later that afternoon as he finished up his work for the weekend and asked if he wanted her to just order some Chinese food.

He nodded and let her know that he was almost finished and that they could watch a movie while they ate.

A little later, the two were sitting down enjoying their food and watching a movie, enjoying each other in silence. She'd chosen to sit next to him, but was dressed relatively modestly for her. She was wearing a new pair of panties and bra, and though she looked sexy, he wasn't feeling pressured or out of place with her.

As the movie wound down, she stood and cleaned up their mess. Arching his back and groaning, he raised his arms and closed his eyes, stretching widely.

She came around him then and slid down, her knees on either side of his hips and her arms wrapping around his neck.

*****

Emily

She leaned in and nuzzled his check as he wrapped his strong arms around her. Warmth flowed between the two of them and she sighed happily. She definitely intended for it to be a short hug, but something stopped her. She felt both of his hands slide down to her hips as she sat back, smiling down at him.

A telltale prodding began to push at her panties, and she smirked, reaching down and adjusting him so that it wasn't uncomfortable for him.

"That was fast," she said, looking down. "We just started hugging."

He smirked at her. "Well who has been taunting and tormenting me all day. I could barely control myself with you flaunting these curves at me."

She looked at him innocently. "Why Daddy, whatever do you mean?"

He tickled her briefly, causing her to buck and laugh, and then the two settled back down. She glanced down, and then back up at him. Her panties had been pushed to the side by his erection, which was gently prodding at her slit.

She sighed and started to rise, but felt a gentle pull against her hips as he gripped her tightly. Sighing, she slid down, feeling him slide up her pussy, the tip of his cock pushing against her clit and eliciting another moan.

She leaned forwards and gently bit into his neck, stifling another moan as he slid up the front of her pussy, his hands gently pulling at the soft flesh of her womanly curved hips.

"So close," she moaned, grinding down on him and fully expecting his cock to slide in.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he stammered, pulling her hips back. His cock had contorted weirdly though, and hadn't slid in. She sighed, standing immediately and shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said. "I... I didn't mean to push things."

He stood and adjusted himself, pulling her into a hug and led her upstairs to her room.

"Get some sleep, baby," he whispered.

She nodded, and slid into bed. A few minutes of tortured silence later, she heard him lock the door and then climb the stairs and close the door to his own room. She sighed and looked at the ceiling, figuring she was in for a night of tortured dreams. Something was keeping her awake though, and no matter how she tried, she couldn't fall asleep.

She stood, thinking she'd go downstairs and grab a snack, but when she went to the hall, she saw light coming from beneath her father's door.

Tiptoeing forwards, she crept up to his door and quietly listened. She didn't hear anything, and gingerly began to turn the nob. Slowly, she pushed it open and peered in. Her father looked up from a book he'd been reading and smiled.

"Can't sleep either?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Wanna talk?" he asked.

She smiled and tiptoed quietly in, sliding in bed beside him and nuzzling up against him as he turned out the lights.

They spoke quietly, in hushed tones. First about not being able to sleep, and then about Dakota, and his work. She noticed that the two of them were slowly sliding closer to each other, almost as if it were automatic. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

"You think we'll ever be able to be in the same room and not be turned on by each other again?" he asked.

She smiled in the darkness. "I don't know," she said honestly. "Are you turned on right now?" she asked.

He chuckled and shrugged. "I better not answer that." He squeezed her tightly and kissed her forehead. She smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of their bodies and listening to the rhythm of his breathing as sleep claimed the two of them.

She awoke in the middle of the night, glancing briefly at the clock and then turning back over and feeling for her father. He turned over to face her in the darkness and reached for her, pulling her closer. Nuzzling his chest, her shoulder in his armpit, she sighed and began to idly play with his chest hair.

His other arm came over her body and began to play with her braid. She smiled in the darkness and brought her leg up, laying it across his. She moved too far however, and felt his very real erection.

She knew she should move her leg, but couldn't. It felt electric underneath her. She gently raised her head and leaned up in the darkness, her lips finding his cheek. He turned and pressed his lips to hers, causing her to whimper as she felt her pussy immediately dampen.

She fought for a few seconds to stave off her desires, but ultimately failed. Sliding her leg completely over him, she slid down on top of him and leaned down to kiss him more, her lips hungrily searching for his. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, squealing in excitement as he began to return the affection with his own lips and tongue.

Groaning in wanton desire and pleasure, she clutched at his face as his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. His erection was pushed into her thigh, so she quickly shifted it over with her leg. They both groaned as his cock pushed against her panties.

She lifted herself slightly up and reached back to undo her bra, freeing her breasts and bringing them back down against his chest, relishing in the warmth of the skin on skin contact.

He moaned quietly in the darkness as she wriggled against him, forcing her hips down again and again against his frighteningly hard erection.

"God, Emily," he groaned, shaking his head against hers as she continued to hurriedly kiss him. "We can't do this," he pleaded.

She shook her head. "We shouldn't do this," she said, but continued to force her hips down, his cock pushing again and again at her entrance.

"God," he repeated. "I'm so goddamn turned on, I can't think straight. You'll have to stop this for both of us."

She nodded. "I think I will," she said. "We can't... fuck," she moaned, feeling his cock slide upwards against her clitoris again.

"We can't do this," he said again, reaching down and helping her thrust her hips against his cock with his hands.

Then, suddenly, they were both gasping in amazement. Her panties had slid just enough to the side for his cock to slide slightly inside. She immediately knew that there was no going back. She suddenly knew that all of her experiences in California were nothing compared to what was about to happen.

"Oh fuck, Daddy," she moaned, feeling the tip of his cock slide gently into her.

He immediately pulled back, and she felt him slide out, but then she ground herself down again, and he slid completely into her. She moaned loudly, an orgasm immediately slamming into her and forcing her pussy to clench tightly down on her father's cock. He cried out in alarm and surprise.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, his hands pulling forcefully at her hips as she fought to get a breath, her muscles tense and unyielding as her pussy convulsed again and again, bliss washing over her. Fingers of pleasure flooded her body as waves of ecstasy washed over her. The cock inside of her was punished by her tightly spasming cunt, and she slowly ground her hips against him.

"Fuck!" she finally managed to yelp, reaching down and sliding her panties to the side even more before furiously beginning to gyrate on him. She didn't lift up very much with each thrust, just thrust forwards swiftly and roughly.

He forcefully gripped her soft hips and in the pale light of the moon, she looked down and saw his face showing the complete pleasure that he was in. She cried out in happiness and slid up his shaft before sliding forwards and backwards again, her orgasm slowly winding down.

"I love you so much," she said, falling down into him.

"I love you," he answered. She spun over in the bed, pulling him on top of her in one swift movement.

"Fuck me," she begged. "Please, fuck me Daddy."

He groaned and began to thrust into her. "God, I've wanted you so much," he admitted. She cried out in pleasure, his cock thrusting deep into her as she clutched desperately at him, as if he would disappear if she let go for even a second.

"Please don't stop fucking me, Daddy," she moaned. "I want to feel you cum inside my pussy," she begged.

"God," he cried out, thrusting again and again. "You're so fucking sexy, Emily," he whispered. "I can't believe we're doing this," he said.

"Fuck," she moaned, the taboo nature of the situation driving her closer to another orgasm.

Your own father is fucking you, and you're fucking enjoying it! The thoughts slammed into her and pushed her over the edge of another orgasm.

"Fuck," he groaned thrusting deeply into her again. "I'm gonna..." he muttered, but only managed to cry out in pleasure as he lost the ability to speak. His cock plunged in and out again and again, the shaft forcing electric fingers of pleasure through her pussy as it convulsed down again, this time even harder than the first as every muscle in her body seized up. Gasping for breath a second later, she felt another wave of contractions and then felt her father begin to cum inside her.

"Yes, Daddy, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she said, over and over again, her pussy quivering and convulsing as her father's cock sprayed his cum deep into it again and again. He cried out something unintelligible and thrust deeply into her, his fingers gripping her hips roughly as he came.

"Goddamnit," he cried out, sliding out and then back in again and again. She seemed to finally come down off of her cloud but clutched desperately at him.

"Please, Daddy," she moaned. "Leave it in me as long as you can. I love the way you feel inside of me."

He groaned and collapsed down on her. She momentarily couldn't breathe, but he lifted up slightly and she clutched at him again. She loved the way he felt on top of her, and realized just how much she'd wanted this to happen. All of the anguish and denial that she'd felt was gone. She realized that she'd wanted to fuck her father for a while now, and they'd both been driving themselves insane.

"That was the best fucking orgasm I've ever had," she said, panting and still clutching at him.

He nodded. "Me too," he said, his chest heaving. He started to lift off of her, but she pulled him back down.

"Don't take that cock from me," she pleaded. "We've been denying ourselves so long, Daddy."

He nodded, his breathing eventually slowing.

She began to kiss his neck, gently pressing her lips to his skin as they fought to control their breathing.

Finally, she released her grip on him and let him slide off of her. She immediately slid out of bed and into the bathroom, cleaning herself up. She came back in, and saw him standing in front of the window.

Coming up behind him, she sighed when she saw a single tear run down his face.

"Daddy," she said, coming up and turning him towards her. "I wanted this. I needed you."

He sighed, shaking his head. "I can't believe I did that."

She slapped him gently. "Listen to me, damnit. You're going to accept that we both wanted this, and it was okay."

He sighed and turned back towards the bed.

"I wanted you to fuck me," she said. "You gave me the best orgasm I've ever had."

He still didn't respond.

"Daddy, please don't do this to me. You're making me feel like I did something wrong," she said.

He shook his head and pulled her to him. "I'm supposed to protect you, not force myself on you."

She sighed and pulled him to the bed. "Daddy, you didn't force yourself on me, you know that."

He didn't say anything, so she pulled him to her and let him be for a few minutes.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked eventually.

He didn't respond.

"Daddy," she said. "Answer me."

He sighed. "Obviously, I did."

"That settles it then," she said, stroking his head. "I enjoyed it, and so did you. I refuse to believe that something we both wanted and enjoyed was a mistake."

He nodded, but didn't say anything. She let it go, promising to talk about it tomorrow.

Sleep claimed them quickly.

*****

John

He felt something incredible as he forced his eyes open. He looked down and saw Emily's blonde braids bouncing at his crotch.

He groaned audibly and reached down, intending to pull her off of him, but he realized that she had taken him completely into her throat.

Moaning and slurping, she extricated him from her mouth and throat and smiled up at him.