Up on the Hillside with Amber

Jonathon pushes the thoughts out of his head. The guilt and anguish can wait until it's daylight. For now, for a few precious hours, it's all about the girl and her body. He wants to taste her essence and hear her moan. He has no real clue how he'll feel in the morning, but in the moment he just wants to let it all go.

He uses his fingers and tongue to devastating effect. Jonathon uses all the experience he's gleaned in pleasing a woman. At forty-three years of age, he's so far in advance of his daughter he has her squirming and gasping and snorting, her sex sluicing her need as she babbles on about how glorious it is to have her daddy lapping her vulva.

"I'm coming," the girl squeaks. "Oh, daddy, you're making me feel so good. Keep rubbing inside me. Oh God, it's amazing..."

And then her judders begin, the girl squealing and moaning while she sobs out her pleasure.

Then, even as his daughter continues to squirm and make a fuss, Jonathon gets up on his knees. It takes a huge effort of will not to plunge into her body. He watches her climax, her face twisted with absolute delight, her opening right there for the taking.

"Jesus," he grunts, fisting his cock. "Amber, my sweetheart, you're so fucking lovely."

It doesn't take more than a few strokes of his hand before the stuff flicks out of his cock.

"You're making a mess all over my tummy!" squeaks Amber, eyes snapping open when she feels his semen spatter over her skin.

Mindless to the gloop desecrating his daughter's stomach and breasts, Jonathon slumps down onto her body. He holds himself off her with his elbows, gazing into her eyes while she stares up at him.

"We have to stop this," Jonathon sighs. "I'm not going to be able to stop myself from ... you know. If you keep tempting me this way, Amber, we'll end up shagging..."

"Oh, daddy, just kiss me," the girl sighs. "We can talk in the morning. Not now. Please, come down here and kiss me."

1976

His hands move all over her body, their tongues slipping and sliding.

Amber eventually breaks away, stepping back a pace so she can smirk at her father.

"This time..." she says, gaze fixed on his face.

He knows what she means. Jonathon gulps and nods and mumbles a yes.

"I want it all this time," says Amber, expression suddenly serious. She continues to hold her father's attention. "I want you to love me properly."

Jonathon can't help but swallow heavily again. "Me too, sweetheart," he murmurs.

Amber tells him, "I've made us a picnic."

She turns, her father's eyes going to her rump.

"I thought we could have it up on the hill?" she calls back over her shoulder while moving through to the kitchen.

"Are you putting some clothes on?" Jonathon asks.

Her laughter comes back through to the parlour. "It would be lovely to climb up there in nothing but my shoes. But I'd best put something on..."

There's a pause before she adds, "...Something I can take off easily enough."

Jonathon shivers with delicious anticipation when he hears her say it.

He calls out, "I'll take my case upstairs."

"We're both in your old bedroom," Amber shouts back.

The thought of sleeping with Amber through the night sends another ripple through Jonathon. "This is madness," he sighs, hard with arousal.

He's upstairs unpacking when Amber appears. "The picnic's packed and ready to go. I'd better get dressed, hadn't I, daddy?"

Jonathon looks at the girl, lust burning inside him. "We could just stay here," he growls.

Amber chews on her bottom lip, gazing across at her father. She nods and says, "We could ... But I'd like it better if we were up on the hill."

Jonathon says, "Anything you want, darling," biting down on the desire to go to his daughter to claim her.

The girl's eyes slip away from his face, her cheeks blushing scarlet. "Our first time together," she whispers.

Jonathon pauses in his unpacking. He's got a shirt in his hand when he says, "Are you sure about this, Amber? Once it's done we can never turn it back."

The girl pouts and shrugs, her focus going back to his face. Her cheeks are still flushed when she answers with, "We've done enough already, dad. I've had you in my mouth. And remember that night," her eyes flick to the bed, "when you kissed me between my legs and then made a mess all over my tummy?"

"Oh, sweetie, how could I ever forget."

"Anyway, daddy, I'm sure." Amber fixes her father with a determined look. "It's what I want more than anything. I want to be with you. I want to feel you inside me."

Jonathon's insides slide with carnal desire. "Then let's get ready and go." He throws a look at the wall, the end of the cottage closest to the hillside. "You get dressed, baby. Like you were last time we went up there."

"You just want to see my arse hanging out of those shorts," quips the girl.

"I don't need to," Jonathon says with a smirk. "I can look at your lovely bottom while you prance around in the nuddy."

"Yes, you can. And you can touch it whenever you want as well. You can smack my arse too, if you like."

Jonathon sucks in a breath. "You better get covered up. Or we'll never get out of this room."

*

The curve of his daughter's buttocks hangs out of her shorts. He sees she's bare under the tank-top, breasts rolling beneath the thin fabric as she climbs over the wire near the road.

Jonathon is over the fence and following on a few paces behind, his stare set on Amber's bottom while she strides up the gentle slope towards where the hill gets suddenly steeper.

His mind is in turmoil, society's convention uppermost in his head. It's so wrong, what they're doing. They've already broken so many rules, but he knows he should still call it off. After all, putting his dick inside his own daughter is about as wicked as it can get. And as he'd said, there's no going back once it's been done.

Jonathon feels the weight of the pack on his back, his focus going to the girl's thighs and those shorts moulded to her round globes.

"Ah bollocks," he mutters, finally fully accepting the fact he's about to commit a serious transgression against morality. "Just look at that arse..."

There's no way he's going to resist it once they get to their spot and his daughter gets naked.

A few more minutes of climbing sees the pair arrive at the outcrop of rock. Amber dumps her burden and immediately strips out of the tank-top, sitting herself down on the grass so she can get the shorts over her clumpy walking boots.

"Hurry up, dad," she says to her father, going to the bag for the blanket.

"Duh-don't you want to eat first?" Jonathan asks with a stutter, nervous now the moment is on him.

His daughter fixes him with a smirk, eyes glittering with mischief as she lewdly declares, "Only your wonderful cock."

Even after all they've done together, it's still a shock to hear his daughter speak in such obscene terms.

"Amber," he gasps. "I don't like to hear you speak that way."

The girl's head goes back as she laughs. "We're going to fuck, daddy. We're going to shag and you're bothered about me swearing?" She rolls her eyes at her father. "I've been married, dad, I've fucked before."

"It just doesn't seem right," Jonathan says, looking out over the landscape below.

"Come on," coos Amber, leaving the blanket while she goes to her father. "Get undressed. Let's not waste any more time. I want you inside me. I want to kiss while we do it."

Her mouth locks onto his, with Jonathon moaning, his hands all over her skin, arousal a hot surge through his core.

Next thing Jonathon is aware of is his daughter freeing his cock, the thing as stiff as iron, her fist cranking its length.

Amber mumbles and moans, getting down onto her knees so she can swirl her tongue around the big purple dome. Then she goes for his laces, eager to get her father out of his boots and his jeans and his tee-shirt.

It's a frantic couple of minutes, the girl tearing at Jonathon's clothes while she rubs her sex with one hand, mewls of anticipation coming out of her mouth, her breath coming in short, urgent gasps.

"Oh God, daddy, we're actually going to do it."

Amber is standing, her hand on his length, fisting his cock while she gazes into his face.

"Won't you lick it first?" Amber squeals, spreading the blanket before lying down on her back. Legs going wide. "Please, daddy, kiss my cunt. Make it feel good."

He gasps at the word, boggling at the sight of his girl all swollen and scarlet, her clit all shiny with the arousal she's smeared over the nub.

She groans when he flicks at her sex and slips a finger into her body.

*

Her desire is slick on his tongue. Jonathon tastes his daughter's arousal, her moans and gasps sending desperate need pulsing through his cock.

Jonathon shoves up from her body, looking at the girl's face while he asks, "Amber, you're sure...?"

"Yes, daddy, I am." The girl levers up onto her elbows to regard her father along the front of her body. "Put it in now," she urges. "I'm so ready for you."

Jonathon experiences a clench of trepidation deep in his guts. He stares into his daughter's eyes, a burst of love exploding within when he sees her expression. "I love you," he gurgles, moving up onto his knees.

"Oh, daddy," she squeaks, shifting her backside around on the blanket. Amber holds herself splayed with the tips of her fingers, leaning in to reach for her father's length. "Oh, you're so hard," says the girl, stroking the shaft with an underhand grip.

Holding her bottom lip between her teeth, Amber shoves forwards, holding her father steady, the cock-head nudging her body.

"Oh Jesus, oh fuck," mumbles the girl, her gaze flicking up into Jonathon's face.

"My baby," he gasps in response to the heat of her vulva. "Sweetheart, we're really going to do it."

"Yes, daddy, I know," she groans, smearing the bulb over her sex. "I want it to last forever."

Her eyes go round when she takes half her father's length into her body.

"It's you!" she cries, gulping while staring at where she's accommodating his cock.

"Darling, we're..." Jonathon gasps. "My gorgeous girl. I can't believe I'm doing this with you."

Amber puts a hand onto his shoulder, concentration tight on her face as she thrusts her hips to take all of him in.

She lets out a low chuckle, still looking down at their conjunction.

"Keep still," mutters Amber, "let me feel all of you there."

"I can't, sweetheart," her father sobs in reply. "I ... I need to move. I can't keep still. It feels so bloody lovely doing this with you."

Amber is suddenly vehement, snarling at him to, "Get on with it then. Just fuck me."

And then they're moving together, passion flaring between them, his mouth going down until the girl is sobbing and moaning through the kiss.

It goes through cycles, heated and wild at first until Jonathon looks at her face, love a long slide of emotion. It seems Amber senses his mood, her frantic work with her pelvis slowing as she gulps and gurgles her pleasure.

The pair don't say a word, they just gaze at each other, Jonathon's slow glide telling his daughter just how he feels. Somehow, with her subtle clenching and the look in their eyes, the couple communicate all that they're feeling as they love in the moment. Nothing else matters, the world doesn't exist. For them it's all in their love.

Then the girl lets out a groan, thrusting up hard, the soles of her boots down on the blanket.

"Fuck me," she gurgles, pulling him in for yet another hot, frantic kiss, the sound of their joining a slick, liquid squelch.

They rut for a few minutes, both of them moaning and babbling nonsense, with Jonathon wondering how it got to be he's inside his daughter up on the hillside.

"This is never going to stop, is it?" he gasps, staring down at the girl's breasts rolling and shivering as he shoves up onto straight arms and goes at her with determined vigour.

"The fucking or love?" Amber replies, not really knowing what she's just said.

She thinks she understands what he means, but is too close to her climax for the ideas to coalesce into anything solid. The issue of love is too complex for her to consider as lost in delight as she is. All Amber can fix on in those heady few minutes is the rush of her body and the orgasm she knows is hurtling towards her.

Her climax is like a train way down the tracks. She can't see it approaching just yet, but knows the thing is on the way, and when it hits, the effects will be devastating.

"The love," Jonathon moans in reply. "I've always loved you, of course," he adds on a gasp, wincing and groaning and rolling his eyes. He's up on his hands, his daughter's legs folded at the knees, her chunky boots waving around as she rubs at her nub and squeaks out she's close. "But," adds the man, "this is love of a different kind."

His daughter isn't in the mood for romance in the moments before her orgasm hits home. She's squeaking and snorting and carrying on, hips working hard while she digs her nails into Jonathon's torso. "Just fuck me," she snorts, the tingles coming up from her toes. "Oh, daddy, I'm going to come."

*

He takes Amber through it. Jonathon somehow hangs on, his shaft continuing to slide in and out of the girl. Even as she writhes and squirms and gulps and snarls, Jonathon keeps up the momentum, fucking into her body while she rubs at her clit and squeals out about how good it feels to come on her own father's dick.

He's stunned by the violence, shocked by the stream of profanity pouring out of the girl as she continues to judder and wail, both her hands mauling her breasts.

Then, finally, eventually, Amber sucks in a deep breath, blinking up at her father, the occasional shudder rippling her body.

"Oh bloody hell, daddy," she gasps. "Is that what it's going to be like?"

Jonathon slows down on the thrusting, moving down to rest on his elbows, his hips slowly working.

"Is what going to be like?"

"This ... thing between us. Is it always going to be so intense? That was incredible. I can still feel myself sparking."

It's the first time Jonathon has considered the future. He was so wrapped up in the moment he didn't think about the consequences of beginning an incestuous affair.

He experiences a moment of panic in realisation at the enormity of what they've just done. They can never go back – but what's in the future?

"Sweetheart," he mumbles, looking down into her eyes. "I ... I don't know what's going to happen."

Amber gazes at her father for several long seconds before she pouts and gives a heave with her pelvis.

"Will you get behind me now, daddy?" she asks, rolling onto her side. "Spoon me," she says, lifting one leg and fingering her vulva. "Put it in from back there. This time I want to love."

Concerns melt away when he hears Amber's groan. Jonathon slides into his daughter, his arms encircling her brisket as she leans up on one elbow, her buttocks compressing against him when they begin to move slowly together.

Jonathon's hands are cupped over her breasts, the girl craning round to offer her tongue.

"Kiss me," she purrs, an arm reaching round so she can pull his head closer.

*

It's the sight of her hips and buttocks as much as the sensations caressing his cock. Jonathon looks at his daughter and sees her feminine shape as she pushes back onto his dick, her hands on the blanket, knees together, her oyster split by his girth.

"Baby," Jonathon grunts, the surge an irreversible rush.

"Do it inside me," his daughter replies on a moan. "Let me feel you do it, dad. Don't worry. You can flood me with love."

And with that, Jonathon groans and thrusts hard for a few strokes. He bellows with pleasure and probes in deep, the glorious release rushing out, his seed spurting into his daughter's body.

"Amber, I'm coming," he moans.

"Yes, daddy, I know," gurgles the girl.

Spain 1996

Vincente sees the couple come in. He stands and moves around his desk, an arm extended.

The man shakes the proffered hand, the lady leaning in to accept the mandatory air-kisses to both cheeks.

"Jonathon, Amber!" Vincente says, his enthusiasm only part-way professional as he eyes the lithe blonde. "So good to see you again. What can I do for you this time?"

"More property, please," says Amber.

Vincente pouts and nods. "Excellent," he says, secretly wondering what her body is like under the loose cotton dress. He throws a look at Jonathon and feels a pang of envy. Vincente knows the man is at least two decades her senior. And such a beautiful woman, he thinks, his cock stirring as he imagines her spread naked on pristine white sheets.

"The business is doing well," puts in Jonathon, snapping the Spaniard out of his reverie.

Vincente spreads his hands and smiles, remembering to focus at least some of his attention on the older man. "You are renting well?" he asks.

"Most of the places are full a lot of the time. We're selling the places in England," he adds.

"Except for the cottage," Amber puts in. "It was our first project together," she says to Vincente when her husband lets out a snort and a smile. "It was my husband's home when he was young. It has significant sentimental value."

Vincente nods and says, "I understand." He throws a smile to the lady and continues with, "And how are the boys?"

"Almost grown up," Jonathon says, glancing at Amber. "I don't know where the time has gone."

Vincente nods again. "Si," he says. "Muy rapido."

This time Amber interjects with, "So, about business. Are there any places you can recommend?"