Greg immediately shook his head. "Absolutely not."
"How is that not fair?" she asked. "I just did the equivalent of like five-hundred dollars of work."
"Oh, give me a break!" he laughed. "I'm thinking more like forty bucks."
"Forty bucks? It definitely wasn't forty bucks! Whatever it was, I think me getting to wear whatever I want for an hour is more than fair."
He shook his head again before checking the score of the hockey game on the TV. "That's an impossibility, Mia."
"Come on, Dad!" she annoyingly voiced.
"Do you want to wear a pair of jeans and a hoodie?" he asked.
"Then I don't want to see it," he told her.
"God, this is so unfair," she rolled her eyes. "Three hours of dragging stupid branches..."
Greg thought to himself for a moment. "Maybe..."
She instantly sat up and looked at her dad as he continued to rub her feet. "Maybe?"
"Maybe..." he started over, "maybe we can work something out."
"Here we go..." she groaned.
"Ok, you know what?" he said. "You can wear whatever you want for one hour. But..."
She stuck out her hand to shake.
"You don't want to hear your end of the deal?" he asked.
"Nope," she smiled. "Don't need to."
"Ok," he grinned before accepting her handshake.
"Awesome!" she excitedly shouted before jumping off the couch. "I'm gonna go change!"
"Mia," the dad said, causing his daughter to turn and look at him. "Elders first."
She furrowed her brow. "Ladies first."
"Nope. Not today. Me first," he smirked.
The teen walked back to the couch and sat down. "Ok...so what do you want?"
"I want to read one of your stories."
The terrified look she had after he screamed at her in the kitchen last week was like a smile compared to her current expression. She opened her mouth to respond but couldn't find the words. She only shook her head back and forth.
"You agreed," Greg told her.
She continued to shake her head with a petrified look.
"Anything else!" she finally managed to get out.
"Nope," he responded. "I want to read one of your stories."
"I'll be your slave for a month!"
Greg stared at her.
"A year! I'll do whatever you want for a year!"
The dad smiled. "Go get your laptop."
"Dad..." she pleaded.
"Go get it, Mia!" he firmly told her. "You shook on it!"
He hated the panicked, distraught look on his daughter's face, but he wasn't caving on this one. He had almost felt insulted after Mia told him a few months ago that she had been writing for years. Why hadn't she said anything sooner? And more importantly, why hadn't he been able to read any of her work? Despite his asking, she refused to let him even glance at any of her writings. His daughter was smart, creative, and uber-talented in all aspects of life. All he wanted to see was what her ideas looked like. A big chunk of her paperback novel collection consisted of his hand-me-downs. He had turned into quite the reader of the past fifteen years and was more than happy to watch her follow in his footsteps. He was partially responsible for her love of reading, so selfishly, he felt entitled to see what her writing looked like.
Mia had yet to move from the couch.
Greg stood up, walked to the stairs, and jogged up the steps. He retrieved his daughter's laptop from her bedroom desk before returning to the living room. He set it down on the couch before taking a seat.
She was still staring at the floor.
Her eyes didn't move.
"I know I'm gonna love it, honey," he assured her.
"You're going to say that regardless," she quietly said, still looking down at the oak hardwood. "But what if you actually hate it?"
"Not possible," he replied.
Mia finally lifted her head and looked at her dad. "But you wouldn't tell me if you did..."
"Yeah, I don't think I would," he told his daughter, "but that doesn't matter, because I'm going to love it. I know I will."
"But you just said you wouldn't tell me," she stated. "So you might hate it. And then every time you look at me, you're going to think about how much you hate my writing and I'll never even know!"
Greg watched his daughter start to get herself worked up. He couldn't possibly take seeing her cry again, but he really, really wanted to read her stuff. "Honey, it's going to be great...ok?"
The teen looked down and slowly opened her laptop, unlocking it before navigating to the word processor. She picked out a story and nervously handed the computer to her dad.
"Twelve pages?" he asked. A quick glance at the document showed it was mostly dialogue driven. He wanted something longer but his daughter wasn't responding. "Ok..." he said before turning his eyes to the first line of the story.
Mia was having second thoughts. She had chosen this story solely due to its length and not its quality. She had better stuff. Much better. And her dad had to love what she picked for him. She had to show him her best work.
Greg's head snapped towards his daughter's voice as he watched her pull the computer from his lap.
"I have better ones," she began, "but some of them are kinda long."
"Honey," the dad laughed, "I would love to read everything you've ever written...ever."
"That's not happening!" Mia firmly told him.
Greg sighed. "Unfortunately, I know that. But my point is length isn't a concern at all. The longer the better," he smiled.
She opened a different story and took a deep breath. This one involved a thirteen-year-old-girl who watches an older man in the woods stuff a cat into a garbage bag before lighting it on fire. The girl begins to unravel as she finds herself becoming tortured by the sounds of the cat's screams that are constantly playing in her head. Her fear eventually turns to an urge to kill as she explores her newly discovered sadistic side. The twist? The old man in the woods is her grandfather (who she'd always been told was dead) and this dark, evil side of hers is actually ingrained in her blood.
She handed the laptop to her dad.
"Seventy-two pages!" he excitedly smiled. "That's what I'm talkin' about!"
Ninety minutes later...
Greg placed the laptop down on the coffee table in front of him and turned to look at his daughter. She was staring at the TV with a distraught look on her face.
"Honey," he said, trying to get her attention.
She didn't move.
She slowly turned and looked at him.
"That was amazing."
She slowly shook her head. "You already said you were going to say that."
"No, I mean it. That was...where did you learn to write like that?"
Her eyes drifted down to the hardwood floor.
"Mia!" Greg called out, trying to get her attention again. "Where?"
"I don't know," she quietly answered. "I read a lot, so..."
"Some of the stuff in that story..." he said. "I mean...I...I didn't know you had those kind of ideas."
She dropped her head into her left hand and let out a deep exhale. "It's embarrassing..."
"No, no, no, it's not! It's just...surprising. Mia," he told her while pointing at her computer, "this is your gift."
She looked up. "What?"
"Remember the talk we had last week about the meaning of life and what our purpose is?"
"Family is always number one. That's always your priority. But this...this is your gift. You need to share this with the world."
She quickly shook her head. "Noooooo, no, no, no, this...this stays private!"
"It's too good," he told her. "I've paid to read a ton of stuff that doesn't compare to what you wrote. I don't think you're getting this..."
"I get it, Dad!" she aggressively told him. "And whether you actually like it or not, you're not going to tell me you don't. It's just a dumb story! It's not a gift!"
"You're wrong, honey. I had no idea I was living with the female Stephen King. Mia King..." he smiled.
The brunette rolled her eyes. "God, please don't insult me like that."
"Watch it!" Greg said while pointing his finger at her.
"That overrated hack..."
"You want to be grounded for the rest of your life?" the dad asked with a grin. "There will be no disrespecting Stephen King in this house!"
Out of all the debates and arguments they had with each other, none got as heated as those involving Stephen King. He was Greg's favorite author and Mia's most hated.
"How many of his stories is that sellout going to let Hollywood turn into movies this year?" Mia asked. "Twenty?"
Greg rolled his eyes. "Stop judging his books by the movies."
"Oh, God, and do we even need to have another discussion about that piece of shit we watched last week?"
Mia had ranted about her hatred of It from the moment they left the theater, until the second they arrived home. The lack of story and buildup, the constant jump scares, and Stephen King's bizarre obsession with turtles. Everything about the film annoyed her.
"The book's a masterpiece," he stated.
"Masterpiece my ass..." she groaned. "I lasted thirty pages. And the movie was awful!"
It wasn't great, but Greg wouldn't call it awful either. And if he didn't end this, his daughter was going to spend the next twenty minutes berating his taste in favorite authors.
"Again, it's your decision and I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want," Greg told her, "but I would love to read more of your stuff."
"It's my turn now, right?" Mia asked.
"Umm..." he laughed at the abruptness in which she had dismissed his last statement. "Yeah...I guess."
Mia jumped out of her seat and ran up the stairs.
Minutes passed as Greg sat on the couch and reflected on what he'd just read. He had never felt so proud of anyone in his life. The story was amazing. It was dark, and twisted, and to be honest...it was very creepy. Mia had taken him to a fictional world of horror in which he lost himself in for ninety minutes. That wasn't an easy thing to do. He didn't get up to use the bathroom, he didn't look up to check the score of the hockey game...he just kept reading. He kept exploring this world which had spawn in his daughter's mind. And Mia was part of him. They shared the same blood. He loved reading all kinds of authors, but something about a story from his own relation was different. It was special. It was...
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
Greg squinted at the television. The hockey game was all tied up at three midway through the third period, but why was there a clicking noise coming from the TV?
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
It wasn't. It was coming from the house.
He turned to the right to hear the sound more clearly. It was getting closer.
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
The noise finally stopped. And for a second, so did his heart.
The sound had been caused by a pair of pointed black high heels. As his eyes journeyed upward, he observed a two black knee high socks which ran the length of his daughter's toned legs. From that point on, he took in Mia's soft, creamy thighs for what felt like an eternity before he finally hit a tiny, green and red plaid skirt with a black trim. He continued climbing to see two matching plaid suspenders running over her exposed, flat midsection before he encountered a white crop top which was tied off just below her breasts. The top was opened as far as possible to expose her small cleavage. The outfit finished with a small, red plaid necktie around her throat.
Mia was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl.
He had been staring at her for God knows how long, completely at a loss for words.
He finally looked up.
"You like it?" she smiled before giving him a playful spin.
Greg watched the tiny skirt fly up when she spun and expose the bottom half of her toned, plump butt. It was amazing how a girl so petite could have such an unbelievable ass. And the only thing under that skirt was a red thong which flashed at him while she completed her turn.
"You look lovely, honey," he told her before turning away. "I think I'm gonna call it a night. I'm feeling kind of tired."
"What?" she asked.
"Yep," he told her while standing up, still not looking anywhere near her direction. "Alrighty...good night," he said while heading towards the stairs.
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
Just before he reached the bottom step, Mia jumped out in front of him. "One hour!" she yelled with her index finger in the air.
Greg wasn't looking at her finger. In fact, he wasn't looking at any part of her body. His eyes were locked on the ceiling above him.
"Feel free to wear that for as long as you'd like, sweetheart," the dad said. "I'm gonna be sleeping though."
Mia shook her head. "No...no! I let you read one of my stories!"
"And it was amazing," he told her.
"You read it for an hour and a half!" she shouted. "An hour and a half!"
"I sure did," he said, still looking at the white paint on the ceiling above him.
"And I've been wearing this for like a minute!" she stated. "Besides, I have something you need to see."
He finally looked down into his daughter's green eyes. "What?"
Trapped between Mia's plaid skirt and her right hip was a folded piece of paper. When Greg originally observed her outfit, he had been so distracted by what she was wearing that he hadn't noticed it. He watched her pull the paper out and unfold it before handing it to him.
"It's my report card."
"Your report card?" he asked. It was late April so what was she doing with a report card? And why would she wait until now to show it to him? This didn't make sense. He looked down at the paper and immediately felt like an idiot.
"I don't know what happened last semester," Mia told him. She was now talking with a ditzy, dumb girl voice.
Greg rolled his eyes as he continued to look at this 'report card.' It was a generic printout from some website with fictional classes listed. And of course, she had F's in every one of them.
"You can't show it to Mom!" she pleaded. "She'll kill me!"
"I'll do anything!" the teen begged. "Anything!"
Greg felt a hand on his arm. He immediately took a step back.
"You know what, baby," he said, "I think I'm going to give you a pass on this one."
"Your report cards are always great," he told her while now looking off to the side, "so there's no reason for your mother to see this one. I'm sure the next one will be better."
Mia had a surprised look on her face.
He quickly stepped around her and hurried up the stairs. "Goodnight, baby!"
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
She wasn't giving up that easy.
Greg began running up the steps before reaching the hallway and sprinting towards his bedroom.
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
He slammed the door shut behind him and quickly locked it. Seconds later he heard his daughter attempt to turn the knob.
"Let me in!" she loudly demanded as she knocked on the wooden door with her fist.
"It's late, honey!" he shouted back. "Let's just call it a night!"
"What are you talking about!?" she shouted. "It's 9:30!"
"Big day tomorrow," he responded. "Gotta get some sleep."
The knocking on the door turned into a pounding. "I let you read one of my stories!"
That was true. He wasn't exactly being fair about this but what was he supposed to do? Look at his daughter dressed that way?
"You're an asshole!" she yelled before Greg heard the familiar sound of her clicking heels head down the hallway towards her room.
He walked over to his bed and plopped down on the mattress. Before he could process what had happened, his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and did a double take. It was Cindy...Megan's sister.
"Hey, Cindy," he answered.
"Hey, Greg! Umm...we have a bit of a problem over here!" she laughed.
"Yeah," she laughed again. "Megan...Megan is pretty hammered."
He raised his eyebrows. "Megan!?"
"Yeah," she laughed again.
Greg hadn't seen his wife drunk in years. Actually, come to think of it, it may have been over a decade. She wasn't a drinker at all.
"She decided to play cards with the guys," Cindy told him, "and they were playing for shots. And...well, my sister isn't the greatest poker player in the world," she snickered.
He shook his head. "You want me to come pick her up?"
"If you want," Cindy told him. "I took her keys. Or she can stay here tonight. That wouldn't be a problem at all. Actually, Dad gave her the day off tomorrow so she can sleep it off here if that's easier for you."
"Of course you should've given her tomorrow off!" Cindy yelled, presumably to her father. "You're the reason she's drunk!"
Greg could hear laughing and rowdiness coming through the phone. If there was one thing Megan's family was good at, it was having fun. And drinking. Lots and lots of drinking...
"Yeah, if she could just sleep it off at your house that would probably be easiest," he told his sister-in-law. "That way she can drive home tomorrow."
"Sounds good, Greg," Cindy told him. "Oh yeah, I put two big pieces of cheesecake in the fridge for you and Mia. I'll make sure Megan remembers to take them with her tomorrow."
"Awesome! Thanks for calling, Cindy."
"No problem! Talk to you later!"
He ended the call.
Chapter 6 – Decisions, Decisions.
Greg tossed his cellphone on the bed and fell back onto the mattress. What was he going to do? Mia wasn't going to stop. That had become clear to him. And while he had done a pretty decent job controlling himself over the past six days, it was becoming increasingly harder to do so. And now his wife wasn't going to be home tonight. Out of all the days for her to get drunk at her sister's house, of course, it had to be tonight. This strange, flirty vibe couldn't continue any longer. He needed to have a real talk with his daughter.
He left his bedroom and walked down the hallway before softly knocking on Mia's door. "Honey, can I come in?"
There wasn't an answer.
"Mia?" he asked again.
He sighed to himself. "Come on, honey. I just want to talk for a minute."
He only heard silence. Greg let himself in anyway. The room was pitch black so he flicked the light switch up and looked at his daughter's bed. She was lying in it, completely covered by a blanket, with her back facing him.
Greg walked over to her and took a seat on the edge of her bed. He slid his hands under the blanket and found her foot. He began to rub and massage it once again.
"Those heels killed my feet," she whined.
The dad smiled while continuing to look at his daughter who had her face and body buried under her blankets. "Why'd you wear 'em then?"
"For you," she answered. "I thought you would like them."
"I did," he told her.
"Is that why you ran away?"
"Honey," he started, "I ran away because I was about to make a massive mistake. We've already made one before. It just isn't right. We can't be doing stuff like that."
Mia rolled over as her face emerged from the blankets. Her eyes were red and swollen. Greg could tell she'd been crying.
"Why what?" he asked.
"Why can't we?"
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Really? Umm...because I'm your father."
"So?" she responded. "Who cares?"
"I do. And your mother does. And pretty much everyone else," he answered.
"I just don't understand why you keep fighting me," she told him. "Like, what do you think is going to happen? That Mom is just going to become infatuated with you again? Out of the blue?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"My one friend from school talked to a guy whose situation sounds a lot like yours. And guess how long its been since he had sex?"
"I don't know," he answered.
Mia shook her head. "Eight."
Greg raised his eyebrows. "Eight...eight years!?"
"Yep," she responded. "And what makes you think you're any different? Sure, this guy isn't as good-looking as you and he probably isn't as funny or charismatic, but his wife never came around. Dad, you're eventually going to slip. And when you do, you're going to cheat on Mom with some girl from the gym or something. You don't think that's risky? And what's going to happen when Mom finds out? She's going to divorce you. She told you herself! I listened to the conversation you two had last week! Dad, I don't want you guys to divorce!"
He opened his mouth but Mia wasn't done.
"So why is this such a bad idea? You can get your release from me. It doesn't have to be every day or anything. I mean, it could if you want, but we probably wouldn't be able to do it daily with Mom around. So when she isn't around or she's busy doing something and you're in the mood, I can help you out. You'll feel so much happier. So much more relaxed. It's not like it'll take hours or anything. It'll just take a few minutes!"
"This...this doesn't seem wrong to you?" he asked her. "This whole thing. Forget I'm your father for a second. You're eighteen. I'm forty-one. That doesn't weird you out?"
She rapidly shook her head.
"I...I don't...I don't know," he stammered as he continued to rub her feet. "I mean, maybe we can do something."
Mia quickly sat up.
"But we would obviously have to establish a set of rules," he stated.
The sad, depressed look which had previously occupied his daughter's face had disappeared. It was replaced by lust and eagerness.
"Rule number one. Your mother can't be home."
"I'm serious!" he firmly told her. "Not in the shower, not in the backyard, not folding laundry...she can't be home! That shit in the bathroom the other day with her in the hallway was crazy. I have no idea how we didn't get caught."
The brunette grinned. Her mom talking to her dad through the door while she had his dick in her mouth was the hottest moment of her life. But she respected his boundaries.
"Ok," Greg continued. "And your mother is staying over your Aunt Cindy's house tonight..."
Mia immediately lunged towards her dad. She wrapped her hands around his neck and locked lips with him.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" he protested while pushing her off. "Rules!"
"Mom's not going to be home!" she smiled.
"No, I'm not done with the rules!" he declared.
Mia huffed before sitting Indian style, a foot away from her dad and patiently waited. She was still dressed in her little schoolgirl outfit.
"Rule number two. You need to be honest with me."
"When am I not?" she asked.
"You always are that I'm aware of," he told her, "but if you aren't in the mood, or you're feeling pressured to do something, or anything like that...you have to tell me. I don't want you to feel even the slightest bit of needing to do something you don't want to do."
"Deal," she agreed.
"Rule number three," he continued. "No sex."
"No," he shook his head. "Sex is totally out of the question. That's like ten steps too far."
Mia rolled her eyes at him. "But you need sex, Dad! You're a man!"
"Oral works for me," he told her. "And obviously, I'll return the favor on you."
"I'll return the favor on you," he repeated.
"You'll...you'll go down on me?" she asked with a surprised look.
Mia's face lit up. "Deal! Deal! Super deal!"
"Alright," Greg laughed. "Rule number four..."
"How many rules are there?" Mia interrupted with a huff.
"This is the last one," he answered. "How about some fuckin' patience?"
The brunette smirked.
"You can't call me Dad."
"You can't call me Dad," he told her again. "While we're doing...you know...stuff."
"So I can call you like, Daddy, instead?"
Greg had a confused expression. "What? No. No, you can't call me any version of Dad. Dad, Daddy, Father...whatever. It's all off-limits."
"Because it's weird to me," he told her. "We can't do this if that's something you can't agree to."
"No, no, no," she shook her head. "I won't call you Dad. What do you want me to call you then?"
"Greg," he answered.
"Greg?" she repeated in a slightly disgusted tone.
The dad laughed. "Gee, don't sound too enthusiastic, Mia. It's my name after all."
"Yeah, I know," she told him. "It just makes me feel...kind of like...like Mom."
Greg reached out his hand. "Those are my four rules. We got a deal?"
Mia accepted his handshake and moved even closer to her father. "We can kiss, right?"
"Umm...yeah, I guess."
"Do you not like kissing?" she asked.
The dad thought for a moment. "It's not that. It's just..." he started to laugh. "It's just funny how things change. When I was your age, I hated kissing. I just wanted to get to the good stuff. Or the stuff I thought was the good stuff. Now that I'm married to a woman who doesn't want my lips anywhere near her mouth, I sometimes feel like I would rather kiss than have sex."
Mia smiled at her dad. "Well, I want to kiss you."
Greg leaned in and locked lips with his daughter. It felt weird. It felt strange. But it felt good. And when their lips parted and Mia's tongue slid into his mouth, that juvenile electricity he hadn't felt in decades began to flow through his veins once again. Suddenly he was back in 1994. Back in his days of being parked on a side street in his beat-up Honda Accord, with some girl in the passenger seat next to him. The jolt he got from a simple kiss. Three years later a kiss didn't do anything for him. Hell, a blowjob wasn't even that great. He needed sex to really get off. Sometimes you need to lose something before you can really appreciate what you had. And he was going to appreciate every second of this.
Mia slowly broke away from her dad's mouth and looked into his eyes. "You're a good kisser," she smiled.
Greg leaned in to continue but Mia pulled back slightly with a grin. "Take your shirt off."
The dad raised his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor below. He immediately resumed his teenage make out session with his daughter.
Mia's hands were wandering all over her dad's defined upper body. It was strange to her. She had lived with him for eighteen years. Puberty kicked in at the age of ten for the cute brunette and an admiration of her father quickly turned into an obsession. He was no longer just her awesome dad. He was her awesome dad who was also an extremely sexy older man. And in those eight years since she started becoming a woman, Mia had done plenty with her father. She'd snuggled with him, she'd hugged him, she'd kissed him, and she'd even given him a blowjob in their downstairs bathroom. But one thing she had never done was rub her hands along his shirtless body. And Mia was going to make up for lost time.
It had been ages since Greg felt a woman rub her soft hands along his skin. And it had been even longer since he felt a girl do what his daughter was doing now. Mia had broken off their kiss again, but this time she was planting her lips all along his body. She had started at his neck before working her way down to his chest and abs. And as amazing as it felt, that tied off crop top had been on his mind the entire time. One little tug would open her shirt right up. She slid his hand to the edge of the white fabric and gave it a pull.
Mia pulled back with a grin.
In a matter of seconds, the brunette was pushed back onto the bed, now sprawled across the soft mattress sheets as her dad towered above her, kissing and licking every part of her body. His mouth moved from her toned, flat stomach, to the sensitive area right below her armpit, and eventually to her extremely receptive nipples. He was spending a lot of time on the latter.
"Hey," Mia called out as she fought off her moans in an attempt to get her dad's attention.
He didn't respond. He just continued to suckle on her soft, pink nipples. The dad finally moved on from her small, perky breasts and began working his way lower, planting kisses on his daughter's stomach before turning his attention to her thighs, dragging her plaid skirt and suspenders down with him.
"Hey!" she tried to capture his attention once again.
Greg was lost in his own world. His mouth moved to Mia's little feet as he gave them a different kind of massage with his mouth. He quickly slid back up as he found himself face to face with her red thong.
His head perked up. "You can't call me that!"
"I've been trying to get your attention...Greg."
He gave her his complete focus. "Sorry, honey. Whaddya need?"
Mia slipped out of his grip, grabbed her pillow, and tossed it to the floor. "Off the bed," she ordered him.
"Noooooo," Greg whined. "I want to..."
"Later," Mia interrupted. "I've waited six long days. Let's go!"
The dad jumped off the bed and stood in front of the pillow which was lying on the hardwood surface. Moments later, his daughter was kneeling on that very cushion. It wasn't exactly a bad consolation prize.
She quickly yanked his jeans down and shook her head. "Mom's crazy..."
"Hey," he said, "no mentioning your mother."
Mia wrapped her little hand around her dad's rapidly growing cock and felt it harden in her grasp. "Can I call you...you know...one time?"
"I'd prefer if you didn't," he answered.
"Just one time..." she begged. "It's kind of...kind of a fantasy of mine."
He closed his eyes for a moment before reopening them. "Fine. Once."
Mia slid under her dad's now fully erect penis and let it rest along the length of her face. "Your cock's as big as my head, Daddy!"
Greg stared down at his daughter as she giggled before watching her grab a hold of his penis with her hand. "Say that again."
Mia looked up. "Say what?"
"That," he told her.
"But, I thought I wasn't supposed to."
"Just say it," he said while grinning down into her green eyes.
"The exact quote or..."
"Whatever you want." he interrupted. "Just include it in there. One more time..."
Mia let go of her dad's hard penis and leaned back slightly to admire it with a smirk. "Your cock is so big, and fat, and long, and perfect...it's my most favorite cock in whole wide world...Daddy!"
It was all coming back to him. Kathy used to call him Daddy. It had been twenty years but those memories were reemerging. The deeper he explored his daughter's sexually side, the more in common she appeared to have with his favorite ex-girlfriend.
"Suck my cock."
Mia immediately followed his order and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis.
He softly shook his head as he watched his daughter begin to bob on his manhood. She obediently obeyed his order just like Kathy always had. In fact, Red couldn't get enough of being bossed around.
Mia attempted to go as far as she could, choking and gagging a few inches away from the base of his dick. He had never noticed it before. Even when they were in the bathroom it hadn't occurred to him. He had been thinking about and longing for Red all this time, when he had his own version of her right in his own house. He had Mia.
He opened his mouth to say something but his daughter's actions caught his attention. She had moved her arms behind her back, wrapping her left hand around her right wrist. She opened her mouth and submissively looked up at him. "Feed it to me."
Greg placed his hands on her head and guided his rock hard member into her mouth. He watched it slowly disappear as he continued to push deeper and deeper. He pulled out when she started to choke.
"No!" she whined. "Make me gag on it!"
The only thing his daughter was wearing was a red thong. Well, that and the plaid necktie from her schoolgirl costume. Neckties were so pointless. Especially on women. In fact, the only time he had ever seen a proper use for one was at this very moment. Because on this Monday night in his daughter's bedroom, Greg wrapped his hand around that small red necktie and yanked her petite upper body towards him.
He began to pump his hips as his right arm pulled his little girl into him.
Greg was facefucking his daughter.
Mia's hands never moved. They didn't push against or wrap around his legs. They didn't panic and search for something to hold on to. They made no aggressive movements whatsoever. No, they calmly stayed behind her back, allowing her dad to do whatever he wanted to her mouth for however long he wanted. She knew this was going to be a regular thing from this moment forward. The facefucking? Maybe not. But her position on her knees in front of her Dad? That was something the two of them would become very accustomed to. She was going to make sure of that.
Once her father relaxed his grip to allow her to breath, she looked up at him with a smile. "I want..."
Whatever was on her mind had been interrupted. Instead, she felt two big hands under her armpits pick her up, and send her flying back onto her bed.
"I wasn't done!" she whined.
"Too bad," Greg smirked. "I can't wait any longer."
In an ideal world, Greg would have dragged the next moment out. Make it longer. Make it more sensual. And make it more seductive for his daughter. But it just wasn't possible. There was no slow kissing, no intense buildup...no, he pulled Mia's thong down like it was on fire. It needed to come off. Now.
"Jesus Christ..." he moaned.
"What?" Mia asked with a mix of curiousness and concern.
He continued to stare at her vagina.
"Don't call me that..." he quietly told her while continuing to look down in a daze.
"Umm...are you ok?"
"You're..." he slowly shook his head. "You're so perfect."
Mia smiled. "Am I?"
"So, so perfect, baby," he answered as his tongue begin to wet his lips. "Like...you don't even know."
In his twenty-seven years of sexual experience, Greg had never seen a prettier looking pussy than the one he was looking it. That must have been dozens of women. Who are we kidding? It was a lot more than that. And that only made what he was staring at so much more unbelievable. Her lips were small and trim. It was just pink. An overwhelming, unbelievably inviting pinkness he wanted to introduce himself to on a regular basis. And there wasn't a single hair to be seen. She was completely shaved. And she looked more than ready for his tongue.
He didn't make her wait.
Four minutes later Mia was on the edge of a forbidden, taboo pleasure. Her dad had her right there. She never came this fast. Her previous boyfriends hadn't been able to get her off at all, and it took forever to cum when she was alone. Toys, hands, it didn't matter. But in four minutes her father had her on the cusp of an orgasm. And when she reached out and grabbed a handful of his thick, brown hair...she had no plans of hitting minute number five.
Greg heard his daughter beginning to moan louder and moved his tongue away from her clit, down along her little vagina, until he reached her inner thighs.
"Noooooo!" she whined as her head shot up from the pillow it was resting on. "Go back!"
"Quiet," he laughed as his lips continued to plant kisses along her legs.
"Please!" she begged. "Oh my God, I was so close!"
He moved his mouth back to her vagina but hovered over her lips, allowing his daughter to feel his warm breath. Greg felt a hand reach out and grab his hair again. He slapped it away.
"Hey!" he shouted.
"Greg..." she pouted.
"Hands behind your back."
She looked at him confused. "What?"
"Hands behind your back," he repeated.
Mia moved her hands underneath her body so they were now trapped under her small frame. As soon as she completed her task, that wet tongue found her clit once again. She closed her eyes and let out a soft exhale as she rested her head back. "Yessssssssssss..."
Greg began to gently rub his daughter's pussy with his right hand as his tongue remained focused on her clit. His middle finger slowly slid inside her. He felt it immediately become swallowed by her warm, wet juices. After a few moments, he increased his tempo.
Her hips began to buck.
"Don't you dare stop!" she moaned as her lower body continued to move with her hands buried against the mattress.
He wouldn't dream of it this time.
Seconds later Mia let out a loud squeal as Greg continued to feverish lick and lap as his daughter's most sensitive of body parts, sending her over the edge. Her hands had wiggled out from under her back and once again had two fistfuls of his brown hair as she erupted in her dad's mouth.
He gave her one last long lick before sitting up and breaking away from her hold. "Hey! Who told you to move?"
Mia's hand were still reaching out, grasping at the air her dad's hair had previously occupied. She bit her lip.
"I asked you a question!"
The worried look on her face quickly turned to a smirk. "No one."
"Then why did you move?" he asked with a scowl.
"Because I'm a bad girl," she grinned up at him. "And I do what I want!"
His pretend outrage turned into a laugh. He couldn't even fake being mad at her, even if they were just role-playing. "How'd that feel?" he smiled.
"Amazing," she answered with a jubilant look on her face. "I've never cum like that."
"Well, your old man's a pro after all," he chuckled. "So how about you finish me and we call it a night?"
"No!" Mia immediately answered.
"No?" he asked. A smirk slowly formed on his face. "Oh, you want some more? I'll get back down there..."
"No," she interrupted. "What if we..."
"Don't even!" he cut her off.
She took a deep huff. "Just like real slow and easy. It won't even count!"
"Mia," Greg laughed, "that's the dumbest shit I've ever heard."
"What?" she playfully grinned.
"Slow and easy doesn't count?" he asked with his eyebrows raised. "Am I retarded?"
Mia briefly pondered her next move before it came to her. "Ok, so...what if you rub yourself on me?"
He gave her a curious look. "I'll just use my tongue again. Mia, I'm not like one of your high school boyfriends. I love doing that shit."
"I wanna feel you though..." she whined.
"You want me..."
"To rub your cock on my clit," she interrupted, finishing his sentence in her own special way.
He debated with himself. He debated much, much longer than he should've. "I...I can't, Mia."
"For thirty seconds!" she pleaded.
He took a deep breath. He was going to regret this. "Twenty seconds..."
"Deal!" she smiled.
"Set the timer on your phone," he told her while looking at the taboo temptation he was about to tease himself with. "Lord knows I'm gonna need it..."
Mia reached out and grabbed her phone off the nightstand before setting the timer. She placed it down on the bed sheets and looked at her dad. "Let me know when to start."
"Let me see it first."
"I set it," she told him, still looking into his eyes.
"I wanna see it. Hold it up," he demanded.
"It's set, Dad. Let's go!"
"Mia..." he firmly said.
The teen took an exhale before gingerly reaching for her phone and holding it up. She turned her face away from her father.
"Oh, come on!" he yelled. "You set it for two minutes!"
"Whoops..." she quietly laughed while looking at her bedroom wall.
"Give me that fuckin' thing," he grinned before snatching the phone out of her hand. "Ok...twenty seconds. You ready?"
She turned her face back to him and locked onto his eyes. "So ready," she answered before spreading her legs.
Greg positioned himself closer to her on his knees and took control of his cock with his right hand. He instinctively gave it a few unnecessary strokes. He had never been harder. He reached out with his left hand and hit 'start' on the phone.
The countdown was on.
The dad slowly moved his penis towards his daughter's pink pussy and let it graze along her wet lips. He pulled his dick away slightly and watched a trail of juices come along with it. There was a visible string of fluids running the several inches from his hard meat to Mia's perfect vagina.
"Slap me with it," Mia moaned with her eyes closed and her head back in her pillows.
He obliged her request and the sounds of wet, firm thuds began ringing throughout the bedroom.
Mia was so close to the exact thing she wanted. Her dad's thick, powerful cock was slapping against her little pussy. She felt so small, so vulnerable, and so submissive. She just wanted to feel him inside her. The one man she trusted more than anyone in the world, being able to experience her most intimate of areas. No matter how much she made him laugh or how deeply they connected on a mental level, there was no closer state of being than two lovers taking that plunge. And he was right there.
The thuds stopped and Greg moved his cock to his daughter's throbbing clit. He slowly began to rub and tease her.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as her right hand reached out to feel her dad's body.
The blaring sounds of an alarm began to radiate from the phone. Greg turned it off with his free hand.
His cock hadn't moved.
"Just the tip..." he whispered.
"Just the tip..." Mia quietly purred with her eyes still closed.
Greg slowly pushed the head of his cock through his daughter's natural resistance until he felt it become engulfed by her warm, wet insides. "Ahhhhhhh..." he deeply moaned as he watched Mia's hips slowly readjust on the mattress. Her face tilted up and looked at him.
"A little more..." she softly begged.
Greg's hips moved a fraction of an inch forward and Mia's eyes responded by rolling back. He watched his daughter's head fall back onto the pillows below.
He never should've done this. His situation was the ultimate Kobayashi Maru. There was truly no way to win. What was he going to do? Pull out? But he promised just the tip. He promised it to himself, but more importantly he promised it to Mia. He was a responsible adult with bills and a mortgage. He knew how to say no to things. He did it every time he went to the store or out to eat. Temptations are for children. Not for men. Nothing was going to get him to cave. He was positive of that. He watched his daughter raise her head once again and lock her green eyes onto his.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
Greg immediately buried his dick inside his daughter.
There was no easing in, no gentleness...he was like a man possessed. She was indescribably tight. Like nothing he had ever felt before. Every inch of his dick which had disappeared inside his girl was covered in her juices. Her warmness, wetness, and love was enveloping him. And he just wanted more.
"Slow, slow, slow," she begged with her hands pressed against his flat stomach.
He instantly slowed his pace. "I'm sorry, baby!" he quickly apologized.
She smiled up at him. "No, no, it's ok. Just...just slower for a second. It's big."
The rapid, powerful strokes he had been taking were replaced by long, slow, loving ones. Every thrust resulted in the feeling of sensations firing from her vaginal walls and landing on his cock. He could feel every ridge and bump gripping him as she continued to adjust to his size.
"A little faster," she told him. "Dad."
Greg leaned down and locked lips with his daughter before increasing his tempo. The sounds of her moans were being canceled out by the dancing of their tongues.
Mia softly pushed his head back with her hand before smiling up at him. "Daddy..."
Greg's pace continued to increase.
"Fuck me, Dad!" Mia demanded as her smile turned to a look of strong, passionate lust.
His strokes were becoming long, deep, and powerful.
"Oh my God!" Mia moaned as she tried to look up at her father. The overwhelming sensation she was experiencing wasn't allowing her to open her eyes. But her mouth still worked. "I want your cum inside me!"
Greg couldn't believe he lasted as long as he did. A combination of how good she felt and how long it had been since the last time he had sex should've caused him to cum in seconds. But somehow he had been able to hold the short time he did. But he couldn't any longer. And while the idea of cumming inside of her was amazing, the responsible adult in him knew he couldn't. But maybe...
He felt the first jolt of cum fire from the tip of his dick.
Well, there's nothing he could do about it now...
Greg pushed as far into his daughter as he could and felt his dick continue to explode like it hadn't in over two decades. It was like she had a clamp on his cock. A tight, wet, velvet grip which wanted to absorb every living part of him. It was a love he hadn't felt in forever. An acceptance he had longed for. And when he finally finished, he looked down to see a pair of loving green eyes staring up at him.
"I love you, Dad."
"I love you too, baby," he replied before giving her a long kiss. After a few moments, he began to pull away.
He urgently stopped.
"What's the problem?" he asked with concern.
"Just leave it in me," she smiled. "Just a little longer."
He always had a hard time saying no to his little girl...
"And I'm not even going to clean myself," Mia smirked up at him. "Because when I talk to Mom tomorrow, I wanna feel you dripping out of me."
He leaned down again and smothered his daughter's lips with his mouth. He had never shared a deeper, more passionate kiss with anyone in his life.
Chapter 7 – A New Beginning.
The morning after.
Greg slept like a baby. Like a big, well fed, well taken cared of baby. And that's exactly how he felt. He was satisfied. Satisfied for the first time in ages. Red hadn't crept into his dreams for a single second. In fact, the dad had no idea what he dreamed about. Or maybe he hadn't dreamt at all. It was just darkness. Happiness. Zen.
He had been longing for a woman who no longer existed in his life. She hadn't for two decades. Who knows what Kathy had been up to for the last twenty years? Maybe she was married with a daughter of her own. Or maybe she had never found the right man and decided to live a life by herself? Whatever path she had chosen, it didn't matter. Because she wasn't Greg's and Greg wasn't hers'. They shared something a long time ago but it was gone. The feelings he had for the redhead vanished once he met Megan and they stayed in her for years before she forcibly rejected them from her body. But someone else in his life had absorbed those lost, wandering feelings of his. The feelings that just wanted someone to love, and appreciate, and care for. And that someone was Mia.
It almost hurt him that it took a forbidden sexual act to realize what he had with his daughter. He knew he loved her. He knew he cared about her. He knew he would anything if it met providing his angel with a better future. She had given his life meaning. She had given him a reason to wake up and look forward to each and every day. But during the special moment they shared last night in her bedroom, he realized so much more than that. He didn't just love her. He adored her. She wasn't just his world. She was the only thing that mattered. She deserved everything. He was never going to be able to look at her the same way again. She wasn't just his daughter anymore. She was so much more than that.
This Tuesday morning was the start of his new life. He had a new woman. A new soulmate. Twenty-four hours ago Greg didn't believe in the concept of souls. Now he did. What else was connecting him to Mia this way? It wasn't love. It was deeper than that. Stronger than that. People spend their entire lives searching for a bond like this and he finally found it. He found it inside the person he smiled at everyday for the past eighteen years. She had been right in front of him this entire time but he looked everywhere else. That was never going to happen again. There was nowhere else to look now. Mia was the only thing he saw.
Greg slowly opened his eyes. A smile formed on his face as he raised his right hand a few inches into the air and gave a wave.
"Hey, Dad!" Mia greeted him with an even bigger smile. She had taken his penis out of her mouth and was now stroking it with her hands. "I know you don't have to wake up for another hour, but I thought you wouldn't mind."