Family Flirt

The next few days were quiet. Dad and I flirted via e-mail a bit, but like before kept things very subtle. It was hard when Mom and Dad were away at my Aunt's place, but I was actually able to get a few things done on the house without the constant distraction, as pleasant as it had been.

I was looking forward for our next Thursday evening chat session, but even more so to seeing him again the following weekend. The thought of seeing him did however fill me with some apprehension. Playing so lewdly online was one thing, but could we really let go like that in person?

The following Tuesday, my mom called to say Grammy was ill again. Her voice quivered, so I knew she was more upset than she was letting on, and my heart went out to both her and my grandmother. Mom said that she and Dad were heading off to Gram's to spend a couple of days. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy when she brought up Dad, but I quickly straightened out my head and focused my attention more appropriately.

The more I thought about Mom, the worse I felt about myself. I loved her dearly, and I was suddenly wracked with guilt. How could I try to steal the love of her life, the man she was married to for thirty years? I simply wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

Dad called to check in a couple of times, and our conversations were anything but flirtatious. I had great concern for Grammy, so he updated me on her condition, which apparently was much better than expected. My grandmother was a bit of a hypochondriac, so I assumed that maybe she had blown things out of proportion as she was wont to do. Even after hearing Dad and Mom would be heading home soon, I still felt like a heel.

Since I was alone for the weekend while my parents were out of town, I worked on a few small projects around the house that I could handle on my own. I also ran out to my local hardware store to pick up a few things I needed, some of which I'd need Dad's help to complete.

When my mind wandered to thoughts of my father, I was deeply conflicted. On the one hand, the previous few weeks were by far the most thrilling of my entire life. I walked around all day on cloud nine, felling like a giddy schoolgirl as I had never done before. Truth be told, a huge part of me wanted things to remain that way with Dad. On the other hand, I felt like I was stabbing my mother in the back, which just killed me. What could I do?

Dad called a couple times during the next week, and though his voice instantly made me wet, I tried to stay calm outwardly. I think he could sense my unease, so he kept things fairly formal and didn't push anything sexual. On Wednesday evening, he sent me an e-mail and asked if he'd be seeing me online the next night. I responded with a brief note telling him I was going out for drinks with colleagues at work and would miss him. Truth is, I was not going out but was afraid of what I might do alone with him.

Mom called on Friday to let me know Dad would be coming down alone for the weekend to finish the painting, but gently I tried to decline. "Mom, I think we may get showers this weekend, so maybe some other time would be better," I offered, hoping Mom could make it the next time to keep me safe from myself.

"The forecast changed and your father is itching to finish, Brooke. He'll be down first thing Saturday morning," she replied flatly. I realized there was no use fighting her.

As I lay in bed Friday night, I couldn't help but think about how my dad would be arriving in a matter of hours. In my mind's eye, I could see his handsome face and strong body. In spite of myself, I kept picturing his impressive cock and wondered what it would feel like buried deep inside of my pussy. My legs opened slowly and I slid my hand atop my groin. In spite of myself, I found my fingers dancing over my wetness, and shouted, "Oh, Daddy," as I came.

I awoke early and took a long shower, trying to clear my head. I was determined to resist any of Dad's advances, yet I found myself pulling on a skirt and light top, without a bra or panties. A shiver ran down my spine when I heard his car pull into my driveway. I saw him walking confidently towards the door, looking handsome in his jeans and crisp tee.

When I opened the door, Dad walked in and gave me a big hug. As soon as we were inside, he embraced me again and kissed me like a lover. I almost gave in as my knees went weak, but I pushed him away. "No, Daddy! We have a lot of work to do today," I snapped and turned away before I could change my mind. I wondered what the look on his face would have been, but tried not to think about it.

It was overcast, so Dad said we should work on things inside until the weather changed. I had a number of projects I wanted addressed in the basement, so I led him downstairs to start at it. I purchased new lighting I wanted him to install, so before long he was atop a step ladder. I stood nearby to stabilize the ladder and hand him tools as he asked for them. My face was near his groin and I couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his jeans. Deep down I wanted to lean over and pull his pants down to take his cock in my mouth, but I refrained. I could feel my pussy growing damp and I instantly knew that going without panties was a mistake.

After the lighting was done, Dad began to set up the shelves I bought to use for storage. He needed assistance holding pieces as he screwed them together, which once again put us in close proximity. I noticed him glance my way a few times, so I looked down to see what he was looking at. Bent over the way I was, the tops of my breasts were clearly on display below the low neck of my blouse. I should have adjusted my position, but didn't move, purposely allowing dad to peek. My resolve was slowly slipping away.

Once Dad had finished the last shelf, he set about securing them to the wall. When the first one was attached, I began stacking things upon it while Dad went to work securing another. I found myself bending over at the waist with my bottom pointed Daddy's way as I picked up the boxes. Deep down I wanted him to look, but I tried to act as casual as possible.

I didn't hear him approach, but as I placed a box on the top shelf, dad wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me in a tight embrace. "Let go," I squealed and tried to shake him off, but he held me firmly.

"You've been teasing me again, haven't you Brooke?" he whispered in my ear.

"No Daddy, we have work to do," I whined as I felt his hands cup my breasts.

I could feel his hardness pressed firmly against my ass as he mauled my tits. My nipples were hard as diamonds as he began rolling them between his thick fingers. "You know you want this, baby," he grunted as he began kissing my exposed neck.

I just whimpered, "No, Daddy," but it was without conviction.

He began to rock his crotch into my bottom and guided me against him in a slow rhythm. "Tell me what you want," he whispered in my ear.

I couldn't say it and tried to pretend this was all somehow against my will, so I remained silent.

"Tell me, Brooke," he repeated louder.

"No, Daddy, please leave me alone," I whined softly, yet pressed my bottom back into his crotch.

"If you don't tell me what you want, I'll leave right now," he stated firmly.

I couldn't help myself, and cried, "Please."

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please don't," I moaned. One percent of me meant don't touch me, but it was ninety nine percent of me meant don't go.

"Don't what?" he replied.

"Don't go," I sobbed.

"Then tell me what you want."

All my will was gone, and I mumbled, "Fuck me."

Dad slid one hand down my tummy and cupped my mound through my skirt, pulling us more firmly together. "Say it louder," he groaned.

"Fuck me," I repeated just a bit higher.

He moved his lips to my ear and stated, "Doesn't sound like you really want this. Maybe I should leave after all."

"No," I whined, and then shouted, "Fuck me Daddy!"

Dad didn't waste any time as he moved his hands to my blouse and pulled it up over my head. He traced his fingers down my arms and grasped my wrists, guiding them to the shelf before me. "Don't move your hands unless I tell you to," he commanded. With that, he grabbed my hips and forcibly moved me back a foot or so, then pressed my shoulder, bending me at the waist.

A moment later I saw his shirt land on the floor next to me, which was soon joined by his jeans and boxers. My knees knocked as I realized my father was standing behind me, completely naked. My wildest dreams were about to come true. I was about to get fucked by my own dad.

I felt him grasp my skirt and ease it atop my naked bottom. "No panties, Brooke? I think you need a spanking," Daddy teased.

I would have loved him to spank me at any other time, but I needed to feel his cock inside me without delay, and I told him so, "Please Daddy, please just fuck me."

Dad went to his knees and without a word pulled my legs apart. I suddenly felt warm breath on my pussy, just before his wet tongue slid up and down my groove. I really wanted to be fucked, but loved the feeling of his mouth on my sex. He pressed his face against me and swiped his tongue across my sensitive clit, making me moan in ecstasy.

He stood after a minute or two, and then moved up close behind me. I felt his warm skin against my bottom as his hard cock glanced my thigh. Dad began running the head of his prick up and down my slit, when slowly eased it in. I let out a long sigh as inch after inch of his cock invaded my body.

In all my life I had never experienced anything like what I felt at that moment, not even close. My pussy had never been so stuffed, but it felt simply amazing. The fact that it was my dad's cock made it all the more thrilling.

Dad broke the short silence and asked, "So baby, how do you want it, soft and slow or hard and fast?"

Maybe he wanted me to say soft and slow, as his little girl might be expected to want it, but I needed it the other way. "Hard, Daddy," I whispered and readied myself for action.

Dad grasped my hips and began rocking my body back and forth firmly into his own, his big cock penetrating me like no other. My moans echoed around the dingy old basement as I took the pounding of my life. I felt his hands slide up my torso to grasp my breasts as he continued to thrust away. He cupped my tits and drove in and out of me relentlessly, and only moments later I felt an orgasm approaching.

I was grunting, "Oh," over and over as his body slapped against my own. I began huffing to catch my breath as my climax hit like a freight train. Dad kept thrusting insistently through my entire orgasm, and did not relent. My body was still on fire as he continued to ravage me.

Dad once again grasped my hips and began fucking me even more rapidly. I found my feet almost being lifted off the floor as he hammered me continuously. No more than two minutes later, I felt the telltale tingle that another orgasm was on the way. I came again and felt my knees go weak, but Daddy held me in place.

Unbelievably, he had not shot his load and pummeled my pussy even more. I was weak from the over-stimulation, and slumped my head to rest on the shelf. Dad reached a hand up and grasped my hair at the nape of the neck and pulled my head back. I felt sweat trickle down my brow as my head was forced upright.

Daddy began grunting in my ear and I knew he must be close. Even though I had experienced two amazing climaxes, the idea that my own father was about to cum in my pussy drove me wild. I pushed my ass back at him firmly, trying my best to give him a measure of the pleasure he had given me. Dad started huffing in my ear and grunted, "Gonna cum, baby."

My own body rocked as another orgasm washed over me as Dad emptied his big balls deep inside of me with a loud roar. I felt him fall upon my back as he pressed my chest and shoulders onto the shelf for support. Our sweaty bodies heaved against one another as we gasped for breath.

I have no idea how long we stood there, clinging together for dear life, but we finally broke apart and Dad turned me to face him. His face was red and his hair was soaked with sweat, but he smiled widely and leaned in to kiss me softly. I welcomed his tongue into my mouth as we embraced tightly. Daddy reached down and scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me upstairs. He gently laid me down upon my bed, and then climbed in next to me. He pulled me into the spoon position, and within seconds drifted off to sleep, more satiated than I had ever been in my life.

As I slept, I dreamed of making passionate love to a dashingly handsome man. It seemed amazing that my reality was far better than any dream could ever be.