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It was still hot out that evening, the sun gone down but the heat it left remaining stubbornly. When Avril came downstairs from her room she found her father dressed for what looked to be another date.
He was a handsome man, with a rock hard body, broad shoulders, a well-trimmed beard with stylish hair, and all upon a tall, masculine frame. His skin was a light sandy colour, enhanced by so much time in the sun while sporting.
Standing there in his black European cut pants and blazer, he looked good. Easily ready to steal the heart of whatever woman he was about to go out with.
Avril couldn't help but feel her own pang for him, his hair long and wavy, so thick and lustrous, his beard so soft and well-groomed. The clothes less than expensive than they looked, but tailor fit to his form. He looked like a distinguished business man, off on some million dollar deal yet she hardly re
gretted that she was still waltzing around in her blue bikini top and the jean shorts that did so little to hide her ass. She couldn’t help that she was absolutely shameless.
“Don’t tell me you’re going out again,” Avril pouted, her arms folded beneath her generous chest.
She wasn’t sure what was intentionally luring about her actions anymore, and what was pure accident. But the way her arms pressed beneath her bust, pushing those ample mounds up higher, drew her father’s eyes immediately as he turned towards her.
It was one of those moments she caught him staring blatantly at her, the male lust in his gaze unmistakable, even though he’d never before hinted at feeling it another way.
“What’s the matter?” he said in his gravelly voice, so rough and masculine. “You don’t want me to go out?” he raised a singular brow, his strong-jawed face staring at her questioningly, the way he looked at her made it so hard to tell him anything but the raw truth. It made it so difficult to lie to her father about anything all those years together.
Especially after they became the only two people in their house. It wasn’t a tiny place, but at the same time, it seemed impossible to not trip over each other on their way from one room to the next.
And though she should have instinctually become more modest as he saw his gaze drop, even without the lust igniting it, she relented. Her fingers tapped against her rib cage as she pressed them up higher, the metallic sheen of the bikini reflecting the low light in the kitchen.
“I’m bored when you’re gone,” she sighed, though it was a shitty lie. She always went over to a girlfriend’s house, or had someone over. A girl like Avril was rarely alone long, though she’d not had a boyfriend since her mom passed.
Her father stepped in close to her, reaching out with one of his large, strong hands to clasp her bicep. It was a reassuring hold he’d done a thousand times before, but with her arms pressed to her breasts so fully, she felt a brief brush of his thumb against her bikini top as he rubbed her soothingly.
“Gonna miss your old man, are you?” he asked in that husky voice of his, looking down at her--rather, down at the pillowy mounds of ripe tits that presented themselves so beautifully.
He was so close she could smell him. Not his cologne, he didn’t wear any. He was a clean man, but he had a certain scent to him, masculine and reassuring. The scent of a father, of a rugged outdoorsman. Of a virile man.
And though she was tall, he was taller still, and she had to tilt her head back a bit to look at him.
This was the man who had quite obviously heard her masturbating to his tryst, and they both knew it. His closeness took on new significance and her nipples hardened beneath the slinky material.
“You’re always gone now,” Avril pouted.
Her father stared down at her, his handsome face frozen in silence for a while as he took her in. His ripe young baby girl, so sweet and yet so sultry, whether she was trying to be or not.
His piercing gaze took note of those twin peaks of her nipples, prominent as they were through the thin fabric of her bikini. The knowledge made her heart race. It was so very wrong, but she couldn't help her desires for him.
“Maybe I just need to get away,” he said lowly, wetting his full lips anxiously as he squeezed her arm a little firmer, those long, strong fingers so powerful. “Being around… here, drives me a crazy,” he said, though she didn't miss how close he had come to saying "around you." Did he feel the same way about her as she did about him? Was he resisting because it was just soo wrong?
Her blonde hair tickled her shoulders as she watched him. It was only a few seconds but it felt like hours as she rose up on her bare feet, leaning in towards him. She was just a hair away from his body, her breasts nearly brushing his chest, her lips so near to his mouth. “Then why do you bring so many women back here?”
Her father lifted his other arm, and it was about her waist, pulling her in against him so that her soft, supple teen body was pressed to his hard physique.
The intensity in his eyes was almost startling, the way he stared into her with love and lust. His words almost growling as he leaned in, just a hairs breadth away from kissing her lips as he spoke. “Because I want so badly for it to be you in my bed I’m about to lose my mind, Avril.”
She didn’t wait for him to make the move. She always hated those movies where the guy always had to take the lead. She couldn’t take it anymore, this closeness, this denial of his body, and in an instant her mouth touched his. It was tender at first, a bit shy, but quickly it turned.
Her father’s powerful hands grasped her at her round ass cheeks, squeezing her tightly as the other moved to cup her breast. His hard body pinned her up against the bar that separated the kitchen and living room, and her long legs wrapped around him eagerly.
He had her pressed there, caught and trapped between a rock and a hard place as he rubbed the swelling of his own manhood against his daughter. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he ground himself against her with such a hungry, insatiable lust so long repressed.
She had no idea how to tell him that she’d never gone all the way before. She’d always been called a tease by her boyfriends, never going far enough for their liking.
And as her daddy held her, pinned her to the wall, grinded his cock against her, it seemed not even his parade of women had been able to curb his own incestuous lusts.
