My daughter came home drunk from a party and curled up with me on the couch. I had no idea where it would lead.
I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and was finally able to relax. I stayed where I was, turning down the volume on the tv a little, and waited for Octavia to appear.
“Hey there sweetie! How was your party?” I smiled up at her. She was radiant, every bit as beautiful as her mother had been at that age, and wearing the absolute hell out of the tiny little black, spaghetti-strap backless dress her auntie Sarah had bought her for her birthday a few weeks back. She was displaying far more cleavage and thigh than I was comfortable with... but with the full, firm D-cup breasts she'd inherited from her mother's half of her genetics, she could have been wearing a sweatshirt for all it mattered, and I'd still have thought she was showing off too much! As tempted as I'd been, at least I'd had the sense not to try to forbid her from wearing it—her personality, she'd unfortunately gotten mostly from me, and I did not want to see what she'd have tried to wear instead if I'd been foolish enough to make her stubborn streak kick in!
“It was good! Fun!” she smiled. She stepped over to sit down next to me, but stumbled in her heels, letting out an adorable little squeal as she careened against my side. She giggled, righting herself and leaning against me, resting her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her back and kissed her in her soft, raven-black hair. I reached over with my other hand, putting a finger under her chin and turning her to face me, peering deeply into her eyes.
“You, little miss Tavi, are drunk as a skunk!” I chuckled. She was underage still, but I didn't really mind, I just had to tease—I remembered what it was like being a teenager, and I'd set her up on my Uber account specifically for this reason, so I'd know that if she did decide to drink she would always have a safe, sober way to get home again afterwards. I'd have happily gone to pick her up myself, but I knew how much she enjoyed feeling independent, even if really I was still the one footing the bill in the end.
“Only a little, Daddy!” she giggled again, shaking her head in denial, but it was definitely more than that. She stretched up to kiss my cheek, then snuggled back in against my side, lifting her feet and tucking them in alongside her on the couch. I tried not to look... but I've always had a thing for women in heels, and daughter or not her tiny, delicate little feet looked incredible in those shiny, sexy black leather pumps!
“So... tell me all about this party. Were there any boys you like?” I teased some more.
“Ugh!” she grumped, rolling her eyes. “As if! There were a few who were kinda cute, and I got to dance with them a little... but boys my age are so immature!”
“That does generally seem to be the case,” I chuckled. “Maybe by the time you're in college... or at least by grad school!”
“Mom was so lucky...” she sighed, softly rubbing her cheek against my side.
“I'm sure you'll find the right guy eventually, baby. You just have to be patient, and make sure you keep looking for the stuff that actually matters, not at all the superficial nonsense your girlfriends and the internet tell you to,” I reassured her, squeezing her tight and kissing her hair again. It wasn't the first time she'd said something like that, and I was flattered knowing she was using me as the model for the type of guy she was looking for, but I wasn't sure what else I could say. Hannah and I... I'd been the lucky one, not her, right from the first day I'd met her, back in high school. I'd been a senior, and she'd been just a freshman, which meant we'd definitely gotten some looks... but there had just been something about her. Tavi had it too, in spades! There had never been a shortage of boys trying to ask her out, but so far she had yet to find one she liked enough to say yes to.
“I know,” she sighed again. “I just get so frustrated, is all! Mom had been dating you for years already, by the time she was my age! You'd already proposed, even! Not officially, maybe, not to let your families know... but still!”
“She told you about that, did she?” I smiled sadly, thinking of my beautiful, perfect wife. We'd lost her far too soon. The two of them had always been incredibly close, so I don't know why I was surprised; of course she had shared the details of our courtship with Tavi.
“She told me all kinds of stuff,” she giggled, a mischievous gleam in her eye.
“Do I even dare ask?” I laughed, and so did she. We stayed there for maybe another ten minutes or so, just quietly cuddling and watching the tv, before she slid herself further down the couch, leaning down to rest her head in my lap.
“Mmmm... this is nice!” she sleepily purred, letting her eyes drift closed and nuzzling against my thigh. It was so inappropriate... I knew she never would have done it at all, if she wasn't drunk off her cute little ass! But I didn't want to call her out, didn't want to embarrass her by telling her she couldn't. So I just moved my hand to her hip, stroking softly, waiting for her to finish passing out so I could carry her up to her room and put her to bed, just like I'll always done when she'd been a little girl.
The problem was, she didn't pass out. Not all the way. And as she kept sleepily nuzzling into my lap, my body couldn't help but instinctively respond. Right down the leg of my pants, right up against her cheek! I tensed, preparing my apology, to explain that that sort of thing just happens sometimes, that it was outside of my control... only, she didn't seem to mind. She just kept on softly stroking against me with her cheek. And then, she moved her hand—and started stroking me with that, too!
I gasped, certain that she had to be lost in some alcohol-fueled dream, that she couldn't really be doing this on purpose! But then, just as if she'd been reading my mind, she turned her head, giving my cock a slow, soft kiss through the fabric of my pants, confirming her intentions! I had to be crazy... but it had just been so, so long, since the last time I'd been with a woman, ever since Hannah. And now here was Tavi, our own daughter... almost her twin! I moved my hand slowly up from her hip, sliding along her side, taking my time, giving her plenty of chances to stop me. But she didn't. And when I finally took her magnificent, firm young breast fully into my hand, her only response was to moan in unmistakable pleasure!
It was so, so wrong! I knew I shouldn't have been doing it. Not to my own teenage daughter, and especially not when she was so drunk! But it was like I just couldn't stop myself, my hand taking on a life of its own as I squeezed and played! Tavi responded in kind, getting more insistent with her hand, twisting to kiss me more. I don't know how long we were at it, but when she lifted herself and undid the fastenings of my pants, I was already too far gone to object.
“Wow, Daddy!” she gasped, excitedly licking her lips as she pulled me out and got her first true look at me, wrapping her delicate little hand tightly around my base, her fingers not quite able to reach her thumb on the other side. “Mom really was a lucky, lucky girl!”
She took my crown into her mouth, robbing me of breath and saving me from trying to come up with a response. It was incredible—but it only lasted less than a minute in that position before she decided she needed to get up onto her knees, so she could more properly bob up and down. I rearranged my hand, cupping her from below for a bit, my other hand gathering her hair for her at the back of her head. But the longer I stared at that amazing, cute little ass popping so temptingly up into the air at my side, the harder it became to resist. I reached out, and again she moaned, this time sending the most incredible tremors of pleasure racing through my body as she did. She reached back, pulling her dress onto her hips; she was wearing the tiniest little black thong, leaving the pert young flesh of her ass completely unobstructed for me as I explored and squeezed.
Her technique, admittedly, left much to be desired. But she was adorable, obviously trying her hardest, bouncing as deeply onto me as she could. Fucking porn, giving her the wrong ideas about what she was supposed to do! I had to bring my hand around from her ass, using my fingers on her chin to stop her from gagging herself like that, guiding her into a slower, more relaxed and comfortable style instead. She smiled bashfully at the correction, but took to it eagerly enough, and from there it got much better for us both. My hand roamed, fondling and bouncing her breasts, stroking and squeezing her ass. It felt so good, I wanted to just lay back and close my eyes... but I wanted even more to watch her, to remember every last moment of this incredible gift she had chosen to share with me!
“Play with me, Daddy!” she whimpered, the first time she'd taken her lips off me since she'd started. “Please! Play with my pussy!”
She took me back into her mouth, and it would have taken a stronger man than I to resist the desperate love, desire, and need in her high, girlishly seductive voice! I reached in from underneath her, sliding inside her thong; she was completely shaved, which I hadn't expected, and so wet I could already feel her leaking onto my fingers from the moment I touched her, her lips hot and soft in my hand as I began doing as she'd asked. It wasn't long before she started rocking her hips, and this time I didn't need to hear her speak to understand her wish. I slipped a finger gently, carefully inside of her, first one, then another. The angle was more than a little bit awkward for me, but you'd never have known it from the way she responded, her tight, wet little pussy squelching audibly as we worked to get each other off.
She came first, but not by much; I was already so close, holding off by sheer force of will, but the feeling of her squealing around my cock was too much for me to take. I gasped and shook, her slender little thighs trembling as she came all over my fingers. The first blast choked her a little, hitting the back of her throat by surprise, but still she continued sucking for all she was worth, deepening and prolonging my orgasm as I filled her pretty little mouth. Finally she pulled away, and this time I was actually glad for all the porn she'd clearly been consuming; she opened her mouth, showing off the creamy white reward she'd just earned, before swallowing it all down as I watched. She swung herself into my lap, straddling me, and kissed me hard on my lips, the salty aftertaste as she forced her tongue deeply into my mouth a pleasant reminder of what she'd just done for me. I brought up my own hand as well, intending to do the equivalent. She beat me to the punch, grasping my wrist and staring deeply into my eyes as she sucked my fingers clean.
We didn't speak. Maybe we were afraid. We just made out; passionately, frenetically. As long as we didn't stop, we wouldn't have to face the reality of what we'd just done, what we were continuing to do. I pulled her straps down off her shoulders, baring her breasts; she wasn't wearing a bra, not in that dress! And God, they were even more incredible than I'd imagined! I grabbed her ass, lifting her higher on her knees and pulling her tight, bending my head and beginning to suck. She shuddered and moaned, wrapping an arm behind my neck, her other hand rubbing through my hair. I gave her control, letting her move me from one breast to the next however she wished, taking breaks for kissing when she just couldn't stand any more. She reached down between us, and it didn't take long for me to start responding for her again. But when she pulled her thong aside, lining herself up... reason finally intruded. I grabbed her by her hips, staring into her eyes, willing her to understand... but I just couldn't find the words.
“It's okay, Daddy,” she whispered, smiling sweetly and reassuringly caressing my cheek with her hand. “I want this... I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life! It'll be okay, Daddy. I promise!” She kissed me again—a thoroughly effective distraction, as she took advantage to slip me inside!
She gasped, breathing shallow and fast, wincing her eyes! I held her tight, hating that she was hurting, hating more that I was the cause! Slowly she began moving again, hesitatingly bouncing a little, gradually easing herself down. That first bit had definitely been the worst, but it still wasn't easy for her, no matter how thoroughly lubricated she was! I took her example, kissing her and fondling her breasts, trying to take her mind off the pain. I'm not sure it really helped very much, but we both enjoyed it just the same.
She finally bottomed out, giggling proudly as she stared down between us, rolling her hips in seductive little circles as she explored the feeling of having me all the way inside. I grabbed her ass, tight, as she began riding me for real. She was incredible, her dress a narrow black band accentuating her skinny little waist, her big, heavy breasts bouncing hypnotically. We tried to keep kissing, but we were managing little more than panting into each other's mouths.
She came much quicker this time, her back arching and her eyes rolling back in her head, screaming her pleasure into the night. I held on tight, lifting her up and down my cock, carrying her through. She collapsed into me, squashing her phenomenal, sweat-slickened tits hotly into my chest, kissing and nibbling at the side of my neck. I had to take over most of the work, thrusting into her from below, as she squealed and shook in my arms.
“Where, baby?” I barely had the presence of mind to ask when it was time. “Where do you want it?” She leaned back a little, staring deeply into my eyes.
“Inside me, Daddy! Please!” she moaned. “Give it to me, Daddy! Give me your cum!”
I couldn't, I just couldn't, not that one last thing... but locked into that needy, lovingly desperate gaze, suddenly I was! She screamed, her nails digging deeply into my shoulders, the feeling of her own father's hot, incestuous cum flooding up inside her pushing her instantly over the edge once again! I grunted and groaned, my hips thrusting violently upwards, my cock pulsing so forcefully it was almost painful, jet after jet shooting inside of her, filling her up! The entire time, staring deeply into each other's eyes. We came down slowly together, every little movement either of us made sending ripples of residual pleasure cascading through us both. It was only once we were both completely finished that she broke our gaze, nuzzling into the side of my neck. But as the ecstasy faded, the true impact of what I'd just allowed myself to do came crashing down.
“Oh my God, baby, I...” I gulped, burning with guilt and shame. “I never should have... and when you're so drunk, too! God, baby, I am so, so sorry...”
“Sorry?” she asked, sitting back so she could look at me again, a happy, satisfied smile on her lips as she slowly shook her head. “Do you really not understand what this was, Daddy? This wasn't you taking advantage of me when I was too drunk to know better. This was me, getting drunk enough to finally give me the courage to go through with my plan!”
“Your plan?” I asked, frowning in confusion.
“You can't really think I just gave you my virginity on nothing more than a drunken whim, Daddy!” she laughed, stroking her fingers through my hair. “I hope you know me better than that! I've been thinking about this forever!”
“You have?” I gasped in shock. She'd never given even the slightest indication, I'd never had any idea! “But...”
“No buts,” she hushed me by placing her finger across my lips. “I've had it with trying to find a guy like you, Daddy. Why should I keep wasting my time trying to find a pale imitation, what I've had the real deal sitting right here under my nose the entire time? I love you, Daddy! You, and nobody else! Not now, not ever! And I know you love me too. I get how hard it was for you, after Mom. Why you never tried to date. It made sense, back then. But... I'm finally old enough now, Daddy. I'm ready to take her place!”
“Take her place? Tavi...” I began, but she cut me off by kissing me again, and I was as powerless to resist her as I'd ever been. This was so wrong... but I did love her, of course I did! How could I tell her no, when this was what she so clearly wanted? Even if I did, if I somehow found the strength... could I ever truly stand to see her with some other guy, someone her own age, when I knew he could never possibly love her the way I already did?
“I... I guess we can go and get you a morning after pill, tomorrow,” I said. God, I was going to hell for this... but I loved her too much, I couldn't tell her no! “And set you up an appointment to get you on birth control.”
“Do I have to, Daddy?” she asked, bashfully biting her lip and looking down at her slender, cute little belly.
“You don't mean you actually want...” I couldn't even finish the thought.
“To have your babies?” she giggled, then grew serious, staring me in my eyes again, nodding solemnly. “More than anything! I want to be with you, Daddy! Not just being your little secret, not just having sex together only every once in a while, when I can seduce you past your ability to resist, like I did tonight. I want to be yours, Daddy! For real, and always! I want us to really, truly be together, just like when you were with Mom! A real relationship. And that means everything else that goes with it—and especially having your babies, Daddy! I know you and Mom always wanted to have more, if she hadn't gotten sick. Well... now you can, with me! I want to have them for you, Daddy... as many as you like!”
“Baby, I...” I began, but whatever I was about to say, the look of pure, innocent love and devotion in her eyes, the nervousness, fear of rejection, and unabashed need, cut me off at my knees. “I love you, Tavi. I love you more than anything!”
“Me too, Daddy!” she squealed, pressing her lips to mine in a desperate, forceful kiss, gasping her words into my mouth. “I love you so much!”
She wrapped herself around me as I stood and carried her to my room. I deposited her in my bathroom, and only belatedly realized I had to go back to the other one, off the hall, to collect her toothbrush for her. We kissed and played until I was ready once more, then made love slowly and gently this time in my bed—our bed, now, with her beneath me this time, her nails digging desperately into my back and ass. I finished inside her again before rolling us over, and after I fell out she slipped down the bed and began cleaning our combined juices from my cock! I guess Hannah really had told her everything, if she already knew how much I enjoyed that! Either that, or she'd done it spontaneously, simply because it was something she wanted to do just for herself. I wasn't sure which it was, and I decided I wasn't going to ask.
We snuggled together on our sides to fall asleep, her head resting comfortably on my biceps, her face pressed tight against my chest. I was stroking her side, cupping her ass, Tavi giggling happily at the way my chest hair tickled her nose. This was still a terrible idea... but it was one I was fully on board with, now. I loved her so much! If this was what it was going to take to make her happy, that already would have been enough. But it was more than that, of course. My guilt aside... I wanted this, too! God help me, but I did. She was so much like Hannah... which meant, whether I wanted to admit it or not, she possessed all the same qualities that had first made me fall in love with her mother, as well. We were in it, now. Tavi and me, together. My own daughter... my lover. And soon... the mother of my children.
I shuddered a little, with worry and guilt. But we would make this work, I knew we would! Whatever the obstacles in our path... we had our love, our deep, solid, and abiding love for each other, to see us through. Couples the world over got together all the time, not sharing a tenth the love I already had for her. How could this result in anything else but perfection, when we were already starting out so far ahead?
“Love you, baby,” I told her once again, softly kissing her hair.
“Love you, Daddy,” she drowsily murmured back, kissing my chest.
No, it wasn't going to be easy. But with my love for her filling my heart, how could I possibly do anything else? I held her tight in my arms, determined not to let anything, least of all my own worries and guilt, stand in our way. I pressed my lips to her hair once more, deeply inhaling the warm, familiar scent of my innocent, beloved baby girl, and allowed myself to drift slowly off to sleep.