This time when he kissed her she moved her lips with his. “Mmm,” she murmured into his mouth. He didn’t pull his face away this time and she opened her lips all the way and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
His penis bent flat against her stomach as she reached for his arms. He started to pull away but she sobbed again, as if on cue. Their next kiss was wet and she breathed into his mouth.
Within him, his stomach churned with longing and despair. Instinctually, he wanted to protect his little girl, and she’d made it clear that his kisses were showing her the attention and love she needed. But that wasn’t the only instinct at work, and he needed her to stop pressing against him. When she was younger he’d kiss her forehead when she was sad and that was the extent of his ministrations. Now that she was a woman maybe she needed more womanly reinforcement.
He lied to himself, and Katie rested her lips against his chin and her nose against his mouth. She kissed his skin.
He caressed her neck and she eased against his hand. She gave a whimper that forced him to take her hand from his arm and kiss it; it was the sound of her need. He kissed her fingers.
“But I loved him, daddy,” she whispered. She reached up and pulled his face to her mouth, even as he resisted. Her nose let out a heavy sigh as she puckered her lips.
“That’s how it happens, Katie.” He could taste her. He could taste her tongue. She brushed her knee against his thigh.
“Maybe he never loved me,” she said petulantly.
“No.”
She kissed him hard this time and moaned into his mouth. “Oh, daddy. Oh, daddy…”
“No!” he said more forcefully, pushing her away.
She started to reach for his cock.
Suddenly his wife murmured something and shifted. As she turned Dale pushed himself against Katie, and Katie rolled over to the edge so that the two of them were spooning and his dick went flat against her back. They were now pushed to the very edge of the bed while Mary stretched out and claimed more of the middle.
“Mmuh?” Mary said. “Katie, you okay, honey?”
“Yes, mom,” Katie said sleepily.
“Dale?”
Dale muttered from where he and Katie lay crushed against each other and Mary, satisfied, drifted back into slumber. After a minute she began to snore lightly.
Dale’s big arms now had to negotiate he and Katie’s new position. His left slipped under his pillow and his right was over the sheets, around Katie.
“You’re so big…” Katie whispered. “I think I would have known you weren’t Chris if that had accidentally…”
“Katie, stop it-”
“Popped inside me.” Katie squirmed in his grip and ended up pushing herself back against him. His dick slid against the small of her back. “Does mom have to deal with that thing every night?”
“Katie, stop it right now!” he hissed. The hand that was above the sheet snaked back underneath and grabbed Katie forcefully by the hip. The hand underneath the pillow reached down and grabbed her shoulder. He hadn’t meant to (or had he?) but his hips pushed forward with the force of his anger.
Katie sounded scared. Sounded, he thought. It didn’t mean she was. “You’re hurting me,” she said.
“Stop talking.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Nothing.”
“Daddy, I can feel you.”
“It’ll go down, just leave it alone.”
“Why don’t you roll over to mom? Can’t you do that?”
“Just be quiet.”
“Daddy, please,” she begged, “you’re scaring me.” She struggled against him and pushed her hair up against his face. He had to breathe the deep, luxuriant scent of her. There was the lightest hint of her shampoo but more than that, after the night and the bed she smelled like a mixture of body odor and their sheets. The struggle was a quiet one, a measured one. Their legs entwined and Dale honestly didn’t know what they were wrestling for. Was Katie really scared? Of course his dick was inappropriately touching her but she was used to that – God! This was abnormal. What had happened? Her smell, her body, her struggles made him hotter, his dick harder. What did he want? And with his wife beside them, and what if Katie really was scared? What if she really was trying to put the past behind them- As she drew up her legs he drew up his hand on her shoulder and she lifted her hip and pushed against him and suddenly his dick was shoved into the crack of her ass, this time deeper, this time directly in line with the plump contour of her cheeks.
He was hard. He was raging. All of her moving around and shifting had only exposed him to the different parts of her, the springy and resilient flesh of her that bounced and responded to his touch. But she was still playing as if it was unintentional. It was driving him mad.
“Don’t you love me?” Katie said.
“Of course I do.”
She shifted her head back and rolled her hair against his face until his lips brushed her ear. He kissed the lobe and she pushed it into him, making him kiss her again.
“Oh, daddy, I’m so confused,” she purred.
Katie rolled over as far as she could and trapped his hand under her supple abdomen. She curled forward on the bed and drew her knees up, thrusting out her bottom at him. Her white panties were still yanked down her thighs, the elastic digging into the soft meat of her legs.
“Pull your panties back up,” he whispered.
“They are up,” she said.
“Katie, do what I tell you.”
“I’ll do whatever you want…” she said, but she didn’t move. So he reached down and grabbed her panties. Her hand flew to his wrist. “Daddy, stop-” she said.
“It’s obscene.”
They struggled as lightly as they could without waking Mary. Dale was surprised by how strong she was but soon they were tussling, she not quite strong enough to stop him but still, when the angle was right, able to yank in the opposite direction of him so that the panties ripped.
“Daddy,” she hissed. “You ripped my panties.”
Dale stared at the torn panties between her legs. He watched her ass flex and roll as she rubbed her legs together and reached down to pluck the torn fabric from her skin. “Why did you do that?” she said, louder than she should have.
Dale pushed against her and bent over her ear. He pressed her to him, using the hand pinned beneath her to roll her lower body against him and reaching forward to pin her hip down. He reached over and grabbed the panties from her hand, terrified of where she might leave them. Katie didn’t let them go without a fight and soon his penis stuck straight and uncomfortably against her firm crack. Katie let out a little gasp and he whispered to her, “Stop it right now. I want you to go back to your room.”
“Then let me go.”
They had been locked together for some time, and since waking the heat of the sheets and their own bodies was drawing them closer, the sweat on them (especially below their waists), making their skin slick. The result of this was that though Dale’s penis was pressed against Katie’s ass, the long, smooth shaft had begun to slide between her legs.
“Daddy, What are you doing?”
The nerves in his dick shot electricity throughout the rest of his body. It pounded into his brain and the feel of her warm, yielding body was short circuiting his paternal instincts. He wrested the panties from her fist and grabbed her arm and held her to the side of the bed.
Between his left hand on her hip and his big hand over her arm, he had her effectively stuck to the edge of the bed. In his grip Katie trembled, the whole fit form of her shook, the young body enslaved to his superior strength. Katie’s nightie had ridden up to her waist and she dared not kick back for fear of waking her mother. Dale’s penis slid between her legs and the head poked against a spongey, hairless cleft that was sticky and sopping wet.
“Please don’t hurt me, daddy,” she whispered. Her feet slid back under the covers and glided over his ankles. “Don’t… take advantage of me…”
“Stop it,” he said.
“Please, I won’t tell mom. Just let me go.” Katie rocked her body up and down, sending his dick back and forth over the moist softness of her thighs. “I’ll be good. You can fuck mom instead. Can’t you control yourself?” She reached up against the strength of his hand on her arm and opened her nightie. His height was such that he could see the fabric open and spill her beautiful tits over the sheets. “I’m your daughter.”
Dale raged inside of himself. He could feel the beads of sweat, or the accumulation of her juices, running down the apex of where her legs met. He could feel the soft squish of her vagina against the top of his cock. His lust built in him. He could fuck his wife. He could just turn around and take her, whether she wanted it or not. And what if Katie was serious? What if she wasn’t tempting him? What if she was terrified of him? What- None of that mattered! She was his daughter!
But her body against him, the way she angered him.
Dale pushed the tip of his penis into Katie’s pussy.
“Guh…” Katie gasped.
He couldn’t believe it. She was so tight and yet so wet that it felt like he’d begun to bathe his dick in warm gel. To get to her vagina he’d had to press his thighs hard against her buttocks and arc his pelvis up between her legs. He wrapped his left arm around her body from underneath and grabbed her breasts.