Filling Sister's Shoes (Incest - Father/daughter)

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Filling Sister's Shoes
Closed for RedHairedandFriendly and TirithIre

* Background story *​

The music, playing downstairs, reached up into the second floor and announced to all that heard it, that it would soon be time for the ushers to seat the mother of the bride and groom. Melody, looked at her mother Reba and rolled her eyes when Natalie cursed them both, demanding they hurry with the unexpected repairs to her fifteen foot train.

When the beads, that had been dislodged, were put to rights, Natalie opened the door and ushered her mother and younger sister out of the room. She smiled at her father, and stepped back, allowing him entrance. The door closed behind the young woman who was about to walk down the aisle and the man that had spent the last twenty-one years raising her.

Melody and Reba quickly headed downstairs and waited for the ushers to take their arms and lead them down the aisle, and into their reserved seats. Their five bedrooms, six and a half bath home, was full of guests and staff; all were eager for the ceremony to both begin and end.

Upstairs, Blake held his daughter’s hands in his and stared lovingly into her eyes. She stared back and her smile faltered slightly when he took in the engagement ring on her hand. “You’re sure you want this?” he asked, as he moved to stand beside her.

Natalie turned with her father; both faced the full length mirror. She looked at their reflection and leaned against him as he moved behind her. His hands wrapped around her waist; his fingers toyed with the beads of her wedding dress.

He checked the door and saw that it was still locked. His fingers moved to her wedding veil and pushed the fabric to the side. Natalie trembled as she felt the first touch of his lips on her skin. She melted into her father, felt her pussy tighten and shivered as his tongue pressed against her pulse.

“I do,” she whispered, “but I – I still want…” Natalie lifted her lips as she faced her father; their mouths touched, and her tongue tangled with his. “One last time daddy,” she said, as she reached down and rubbed his crotch.

Blake stared down at her hand and knew the idea of pumping his seed into her “one last time” was foolish, but necessary. He took her hand and led her to the door.

“Lock it baby,” he said as he worked on freeing his cock and giving his eldest daughter what they both craved.

Natalie locked the door, gathered the massive amounts of material that made up her gown into her arms and lifted it up as high as she could.

Blake freed his rod, and with one hand he pushed more of the silk, tulle, and satin away; he helped hold the material at bay with thick fingers, while pulling her white lace thong away from her pussy. The thin fabric gave way to his tug and tore at the base of the sheer material.

Natalie felt the invasion of his finger as it slid hungrily into her sex. He drew a large dollop of cream from her pussy, slathered it on his cock’s head and then lined up his tool so he pierced her channel with the full length of his engorged member.

“Oh fuck, yes Daddy,” Natalie cried as he began to fuck and punish her pussy for needing him so badly. Her sex clamped down on him, and milked his dick.

He pulled out, slammed back in and forced her against the door with more strength. Blake closed the small distance that separated them. He kissed her neck, sucked on the flesh and marred her beautiful skin with a soft pink circle of sin. She would later explain the mark away to her husband, as the pearls of her necklace rubbing against her skin.

While he tasted her, he fucked her.

While she bit down on the need to cry out his name, she welcomed his every thrust.

Over and over he worked her pussy and when his seed shot deep into her womb he knew it was the final time he would coat her walls with his juices.

His cock slid from her pussy, she turned and thanked him. Blake touched her cheek. “I’m sorry we didn’t have time – I wanted to make you cum too, baby girl.”

She reached out and stroked his chin. “Oh daddy, I just wanted to feel your cum sliding down my thighs as I say ‘I do,’” she told him, before she dropped her gown and repaired her dress.

Blake kissed her lips before stepping away to tuck his sticky cock back into his pants. “I sure am going to miss you,” he said.

“It’s okay daddy,” Natalie whispered, as she placed her veil over her eyes. “Melody’s ready; she’ll come to you tonight.”

Blake smiled warmly. “You girls are so good for me.”

Natalie smiled. “We love you daddy. Melody’s been waiting a long time to fill big sister’s shoes. She was excited when I told it was time.”

A knock on the door signaled that it was their turn to proceed down the aisle.

Blake stepped up to it, unlocked it and eyed his daughter. “Is she still a virgin?” he asked. “I assume she is, but at eighteen – anything goes.”

“Yes, daddy, she’s still a virgin, and very eager for you to make her yours,” Natalie whispered, just as she opened the door for her father.

He tucked her arm in his and the two of them walked down the stairs. When they reached the bottom and Natalie walked under the archway of the large family room that had been converted into a wedding hall, she smiled at the young man who stood at the far end.

Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes held his. Her pussy flinched, and beads of cum slipped down her thighs. Natalie gazed at her dad, and felt a chapter of her life close, while the doors to another opened.

Blake walked his daughter down the aisle and passed her off to Mitch, a young executive with a lot of potential. The groom thanked him, and Blake stood for a moment, waiting for his part of the service to end. When he was asked, “Who gives this woman to be with this man?” Blake answered, “Her mother and I,” then he sat down.

His blue eyes drifted over to Melody. She stared at her sister and Mitch; her smile was soft and welcoming. Her lips were opened just enough that every so often her tongue would peek out and moisten the soft petals of flesh.

Melody felt her father’s eyes on her; she turned and smiled. Blake’s cock jerked. He let out a deep breath as his daughter Melody turned away and listened to the remainder of the service. Blake had seen her desire and knew that she would indeed come to him and try to fill her sister’s shoes.

Comments/Suggestions also via PM to either TirithIre or myself - Thanks ~ Red​

 

[TirithIre]

OOC: First off, a HUGE Thank you to Red for allowing myself to be a co-writer in this story. Both She and I are excited to see what we can make of this story, and have some interesting thoughts in both of our minds. With that said, I am going to have to take over for her vivid portrayal of Blake, the father of these two wonderful young women, one whom is clearly moving on in her life, and one, whom is about to make a large decision and step in her own life.

I am honestly sure in saying that on Behalf of both Red as well as myself, We both Hope any readers enjoy the written tale wrought within.

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Back Story of Blake

Blake. That was his name... a name that had been revived within some action movies... a name that had been given to many a noteworthy man... it was a name that was truly to be brought about in the smallest of ways with this man. When he had married, he had been young... and like many, he had believed in love at first sight. It was a different time then... it was a time when people believed in such things, and didn't simply focus on the challenges that life brought. He had thought he had found the one when he had found her. She had been his flower... his sun. She had been everything he had ever hoped for.

Then, as it did with most things; reality began to settle in... And rear its ugly head. It had been only a few years after Natalie had been born when he noticed that she hadn't been as interested in their relationship as she had before. Blake didn't understand what had changed. He had worked so hard at being a good man, husband… and now father. He truly didn't understand why his wife was now choosing to begin to pull away from him. He had given everything for her… and now it seemed that it simply wasn’t enough for her; or that she wanted something else. He didn’t know why. He would always remember the first time that he and Reba had met. He had been working as an assistant to a therapist, wanting to learn more about how to help people; he had come to meet her just outside of the building that he worked within that day.

He had seen that it was raining that day, a scowl crossing his face as he had grabbed his coat. The weather station had said it would rain, but Blake, always being the optimist… hadn’t believed it. Now that belief was going to kick him in the face it had seemed. They had met and she had offered her umbrella… and from there… the rest as they say… had been destiny. Yet now, at the age of forty two, Blake was coming to wonder whether that really WAS the case… or whether he had been like most back then… a fool. He still worked… but no longer was he an assistant… he had progressed, becoming a family and social therapist. He worked so hard to help people… and no, he wasn’t oblivious to his own family… he simply did not know why things were turning the way that they were. He didn’t know why Reba had turned from him… why when Natalie had been born… the two of them, still young lovers to be admitting… had looked into one another’s eyes and Blake had whispered I love you.

His love for his Reba had never changed... but he had seen the way that she had. They had born Natalie when Blake had been twenty one... young, but he had been sure that he could support the family. They had both claimed that they wanted a large family... that they wanted to fill their house with laughter and joy... happiness and positive memories. The classic and yet romantic prelude to a life that though with challenges, he had been so sure would be strong and most of all... Stand together forever with a wife that he could love.

Yet after only three years, Melody had been born... and by five years after that, as Blake had approached that dreaded age of thirty; he had begun to notice. She didn't look at him the same way. It wasn't as though she looked at him as though he was the bane of her life... but it was different. It wasn't that hopeful look in her eyes for a life filled with joy and happiness any longer. Rather it was a life that was more... neutral. They both seemed to go about their days doing as they should, but never making a longer step than was necessary. Blake did, or it should be fair to say that he tried his best.

He tried to get her talking... after all communication in marriage was one of the strongest keys to success. Yet she shut him out. The dream of a large family disappeared into the drawl of everyday life... the raising of his two little girls never once stopped him though. He had considered divorce only once, but considering the field that he worked within... he saw how a broken marriage even mutually decided impacted the children... and at that time Natalie and Melody had been too young... though he would never do it anyway.

Blake was a man whom was like a well beaten dog. Hours upon hours of trying to understand and work with his wife had him for the first time in his life... depressed. He felt as though everything was going badly. His wife refused to talk to him... Natalie was hitting that teenaged years when she was still an amazing daughter, but was more rebellious and creating her own identity, Melody was growing up into that time which would be coming soon as well. Work seemed to be dragging him down... or rather the stresses of his marriage seemed to be dragging him down in his work, and as such everything suffered.

Yet even despite his suffering, Blake refused to give up... that was just the kind of man that he was. Despite his work, he drove his daughters wherever they needed, whether that was school, or dance, or anything else. He provided for his family, his own determination was the shining beacon that was the glue that held that family together, because Reba certainly wasn't. He was alone in his struggle.

She had become his light... Natalie. He honestly still couldn't believe that he had done what he had done with her... and yet for now... well.. it was over with her, to which he was thankful... yet a new chapter was beginning in his life. His little baby girl was gone, replaced by a beautiful woman whom would make her new husband to be very happy, and though he was sad to see her go, he also hoped for her the best of happiness.

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The house was huge... and had been bought in a different time. They had been offered quite a bit of money for the place... but Blake refused to sell, even though Reba had wanted to move to a smaller place. Perhaps it was fool hardy... perhaps it was but him holding out for hope... but he didn't give up on said hope all that easily... so he stayed with the marriage. To say he was stubborn was an under-statement. He was so giving to everyone... it was easy to see why his marriage worked, even when only one sided.

Only a few saw that... but they were close to Blake, and stayed silent. It was his choice to keep going with this... and even as the cheers rang out, he smiled as he watched Natalie walk out with her husband. The reception was in their huge back yard... it a beautiful day, only friends and family were there... as it should be. He sighed as he stood with his wife as per custom, his hand automatically finding hers. He sighed as she yanked it away an instant later... he earning a glare.

Yet he looked right back her steadily... he meeting her gaze until hers dropped... she walking off to meet and greet. What the fuck... He silently wondered... he really didn't understand what had gotten into her recently... but it didn't matter. It had been building over time anyway. He smiled to Melody though before he followed after his wife, he knowing at some point she would come to him.

Reba worked out of town a lot... she preferred it these days it seemed... which left it being only Blake and his daughters... though now it would be only Melody and himself... he was all right with that. He could feel Natalie's excitement still on his cock... he would forever regret that he hadn't had time to give her the pleasure she deserved, but he left that to her husband now. That wasn't his 'job' anymore.

A single tear fell as he wiped it away and then put on his usual 'work face' and went about thanking his friends for coming... Soon enough the meal was served, music was playing and everyone was having a blast. Blake refused to let his wife ruin this day... it wasn't about them or their problems. Today was Natalie's day. He would be there for her and Melody both... he had been there her entire life... seeing her leave after all was said and done would be the hardest thing he had ever done.

Perhaps he was a monster for what he had done with his daughter... but he was beyond that now. That was in the past... though he silently wondered just what Natalie had told Melody. She was excited to be made his? He wondered if she knew that he would do just that. He wondered if she knew the extent of it... he wondered if she was scared... he hoped not. He had lived his entire life trying to make his daughters lives better, not worse!

A dark part of him was excited for little sister to try and fill big sisters shoes... it would be quite the 'trip'... he was sure. To be honest though... he was nervous about all of this. He hadn't been the one to initiate the whole affair with Natalie... that had been her doing... and even now as his cock remained within his pants, he could see Melody's eyes flicker to him... he giving her but a supportive smile before he made his way over to his younger daughter.

" A dance baby girl?" He was holding out his hand to her. He was dressed sharply as he should be for a wedding... a dark black tuxedo with a crimson red vest beneath, his hair a sparkling black with a silvered fray to it... he may be only forty two, but stress had aged him... though he was very well kept in shape. He was no slouch. Standing a good five feet eight inches tall he was a good man... a man worthy of love, but one who had been fighting all his life to make the lives of others better... never once thinking of himself.

Men like himself were rare... but as the sun shone and he looked to his youngest daughter he smiled. He would love her just as he had Natalie... though wasn't looking forwards to the day when he would have to give his last daughter to another man. That time wasn't here yet. Life was lived for the here and now. He refused to neither stew in the past nor focus on roads that weren't even trod nor paved yet. Instead he would live day to day, and love with all his heart.

That was who Blake truly was!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Natalie and Melody - -


Natalie walked back down the aisle, this time on the arm of her husband. Her gaze had touched on her mother, and lingered on her father as she and her husband passed them. She refused to look back and take note of her sister, Melody. A part of her was jealous of the role she was abandoning and her little sister was claiming, but in truth Natalie was not in love with her father; she loved him, desired him, and mutually enjoyed the pleasures they had explored shortly after her eighteenth birthday.

But in love - - - no – she loved the man she now called husband.

In the beginning when she had purposely set out to seduce her dad, it was with the heart of a young woman, who saw her father suffering and wanted to ease his pain. She had managed to place herself in his life beyond the realm of daughter, slowly taking over the role of mother, maid, taxi-driver for her little sister, and eventually she had taken him to her bed.

As she and Mitch turned to take their place in the receiving line, she noticed her sister following close behind them, with her arm hooked with Chad’s, Mitch’s best-man. Melody looked so beautiful; her hair was piled on top of head, thick red curls of varying shades hung down like satin. The tips caressed her shoulders and teased her neck.

Natalie knew Melody would capture her father’s heart, just like she had - - - once. A sense of melancholy washed over her as her sister stood next to her in line. Soon the remaining bridesmaids and groomsman were taking their places, followed by Mitch’s parents and grandparents. Last to arrive had been her mother and father.

Blake moved to allow Reba the chance to shake her son-in-law’s hand first, and hug her eldest, but she motioned for him to go ahead of her; he took the opportunity and thought nothing of it. He shook Mitch’s hand, and pulled him in for a hug. It was quick and spoke only of congratulations and welcome to the family. He touched Natalie’s cheek and brought her into a warm embrace, which lasted only as long as was fitting in the realms of society. His smile was soft, genuine and full of respect and love.

She watched him stare longingly at Melody, but then recover and hug her too, much like a father would his daughter, who had been dolled up to look, almost – but not quite – as seductive as the bride. Natalie had been torn on allowing the dresses, of her bridesmaids and maid-of-honor, to be so beautiful and exquisite, but also knew, to dress down her sister was unfair.

She heard a soft cough coming from her mother, who had just given Mitch a hug of affection. Natalie pulled her thoughts away from her dad and her sister. That chapter was over and a new one, was to begin.

Reba reached out and brought Natalie into her chest. Natalie behaved appropriately and hugged her mother tight. Inwardly she was hesitant with her love. Reba had stopped showing affection to her long before she had seduced Blake, and in the beginning it had stung, but as her father replaced and filled the empty hole in her heart, she learned that Reba really was the one losing out on a perfect family.

Natalie moved to disengage herself from her mother, only to be stopped by the continued hold on her person. She listed as her mother spoke softly into her ear. “You are a whore, a slut and disgust me. You and your sister both – I am glad he started fucking you and when he shoves that dick into that bitch, he’s going to forget all about you and your cunt.”

Reba released her daughter; Natalie staggered back. Her mother reached out and grabbed both her arms, and helped to hold her, until Mitch realized that Natalie was unstable on her feet. He reached around and held her to him, concern filled his handsome features.

"Baby, you okay?” he asked.

“She’s just parched; it’s been a very exciting day. Hasn’t it dear?” her mother asked.

Natalie shook her head, but said nothing. She chose to lean into her husband and watch as her mother barely acknowledged little Melody. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of all the years her mother must have known of her and her father's relationship and the dark heart Reba held in her soul.

The greeting and thanking of the guests, soon became a blur; eventually Natalie was able to put her mother and her mother’s issues far from her mind. She would be assailed by them whenever she looked at her parent, but then she would focus on her husband, her father, and her sister, shoving away the hate that had glistened in Reba’s eyes.

Melody however had not noticed her mother’s behavior and even now as she danced in her father’s arms, she did not feel the heat of her mother’s eyes on her. The two had barely spoken to each other over the past few months, and in truth years, and after her eighteenth birthday Reba had almost written Melody off, or at least that is how she felt.

The music changed, and she kept herself pressed into her father, smiling and dutifully laughing at his banter. Inside though, her stomach was churning and she wondered if he would truly want her as much as Natalie swore he would.

Natalie had come to her the night after Melody’s birthday party. She had confessed what Melody had long ago guessed, that Natalie was their father’s lover. Melody was far from disgusted, she was excited and eager to learn all the details, but Natalie told her she couldn’t share them. That it was Melody’s job to discover their father’s likes and dislikes.

She had been taken back, surprised and shocked by what her sister said was her “duty” as the last sane woman in the house. Melody had, at first, balked at the idea. Days turned into weeks; the more she saw how much happier he seemed when Natalie was around, the more she realized that it had always been that way – at least after Natalie reached that special age where you were seen as an “adult.”

When Natalie had fallen in love with Mitch, a college classmate, Melody had secretly hoped she would be asked to take her sister’s place; unfortunately she had been told by her sister that she was going to continue pleasuring their father until she became a wife.

Melody had been angry, hurt, and upset; for weeks she ignored them both; she wasn’t sure if Blake ever knew why she had spent months being the rebellious youth and reckless daughter, but in time Natalie calmed her and the two talked.

Tonight, the night of sister’s wedding, she would go to her father and offer herself to him. She prayed he would want her. Natalie said he would, but in truth, Natalie wasn’t inside Blake’s mind.

“I love you, Daddy,” Melody whispered, as she held him close and pressed her young woman’s body against his hard chest. She closed her eyes as the music carried them around the room.

 

[TirithIre]

Blake had tried for days, months, and now years to try to get through the wall that Reba had carefully created around her both mentally, as well as emotionally. After all he WAS a therapist, and he had known that there was something wrong, so to resolve the problem had been what he had tried to do. Yet Reba had refused to share the dark secret, the one that kept her from their marital bed... even when she WAS home. Their home was large enough; so there was plenty of rooms for Reba to have her own... but Blake would never forget the day that she had moved her things into another room.

They had been fighting for months by then... he had been trying so hard to get through to her... and eventually it had come to a head, though the reason... the cause was STILL a mystery, even to present days. Yet they had fought for that entire day it seemed, the end of which saw almost the end of their marriage. In the end, they had both agreed to continue married, though truthfully in word and paper only, since it was clear that Reba held no love for her husband any longer... a fact that had scarred and broken his heart much more than he ever showed.

That had been BEFORE Natalie had come to him... before she had comforted him. He had found himself lost for a moment... sitting... staring around at the walls and closet that stood half open, his eyes and mind trying to play catch up. when did it get to be like this... He had found himself asking... and yet he knew the answer to that, though it had hurt just the same. It had been about a year after Melody had been born that he had noticed that she had pulled away.

He hadn't understood why... and she had refused to give a reason. In the end he supposed it didn't matter... they had agreed to continue as husband and wife and he would basically raise the children... to which he had devoted his entire life and love to. Perhaps that had been why he had been so hurt when Melody had begun to be so argumentative and angry towards him. It had been as though she was taking after her mother... something he hoped to all gods that it wasn't the case.

He was so proud of Melody just as he was of Natalie. Even if she did hate him for some un-known reason like her mother had come to hate him, Blake would always support her. He would always love his youngest daughter. He hadn't asked to love Natalie as much as he had... nor had he asked that Melody take up the mantle of love that went far beyond the scope and concepts of daughterly love on a superficial scale. He had honestly been a bit shocked when he had heard Natalie tell him that earlier and yet a swell of desire had also coursed through him at the thought.

Even as he had noticed his eldest daughter sway though, he missed his wife's scathing looks as he had gone to see to her as well, making sure that he did not step on her husband's rights... he more a respectful yet worried father. Finally though it seemed that they were able to all come to enjoy the festivities, which of course was for the best. It was such a bright lovely day that it would have been a shame had they not! Hardly a cloud in the skies, the blue of the sky seemed to speak of the heavens being reached for.

A slight breeze that was warm whisked around, picking up a few stray napkins here and there, laughter and smiling was the common theme of the reception... the enjoyment easily seen and had by all. Even as he danced with Melody though, he had long ago become immune to the angry dark looks his wife seemed to give him whenever he danced with anyone but her... but then again she was always refusing him a dance... so why would he not.

“I love you, Daddy,”

Her words made him smile, though he looked down to her. He almost felt like crying over those simple yet important words. He never went a day without telling her that he loved her, and that was like a father. He never once allowed the incestuous behaviour that Natalie and he had shared to interfere with the love and support that he showed to both of his daughters. He had no idea why Melody had been so angry with him the last few months, but he was her father... he shouldered every burden and took them all on... because that was what father's did!

" I love you baby girl... you have grown up into such a stunning young woman Melody." He replied gently, he smiling as he whisked her around the dance floor, and as she pressed her young and decidedly beautiful body to his, he had to smile as he looked to her. She certainly had done that; turned into a stunning young woman. She rivalled her sister, though even as he considered that, for a second his mind wandered, wondering in just how many ways she rivalled her sister.

He knew that tonight... when everything was settled and done that she would come to him. Since the revelation with Natalie he had already begun to formulate a plan... seduction of course, though since she knew what she was 'in for' it was more that he wanted his little girl to know that he did want her... that he did love her. Glancing around, he noticed that everyone was pre-occupied... so even as they danced, she could feel his hand on her back slide lower, fingers teasing and tickling the very base of her back, before fingers sunk lower, his rough calloused hand so gently cupping her backside. It was but for a moment... but for a moment was enough indeed to achieve what he had wished... to wake her up to her father’s hidden desires.

She would find he did want her as much as her elder sister had said... perhaps a bit more even... though for now of course he 'went back' to dutifully dancing and whisking her around the floor... at the end of the second song he finally pulled away and looking to her, he smiled kindly. " I love you my dear Melody... you will always have my heart." If she looked closely, she would see the slight bulge in the groin of his pants... dancing with her beautiful young body... he hadn't been immune to that at all... she was beautiful, and he loved her in every way... his body craving the touch of a woman. He wouldn't hold Natalie that way again... but that was all right.

He knew that was for the best... but it was time to move on. That meant to younger and newer things! He knew Reba didn't love him any longer... that was painfully clear for years now... he would divorce her when Melody found a man to fully love as Natalie had. For now, he would simply enjoy the slow seduction of his youngest daughter, and 'go from there'!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Reba ---


The wine goblet in her hand was topped off and she thanked the bartender that Blake had hired. Reba drank deep; the sweet flavor was lost to her, as she mindlessly swallowed what was offered, and watched her husband dancing with their youngest daughter.

Her gaze never left them, unless it was forced to. She would make small talk, but always hold them within her peripheral vision. She barely recognized the man she married. He was still handsome and well-toned; he'd worked hard to maintain the image of perfection.

She smirked, downed her drink and plucked the bottle from the bartender as he reached to fill her glass again. She felt his knowing eyes on her back, as she left him behind to do his job.

When she found a quiet corner where she could see the dance floor and remain for the most part, concealed, she lifted the bottle and took a long deep draw from it. Memories rushed back over her as she drank her fill of father, daughter, and wine.

She saw her and Blake as young lovers and eagerly looking forward to their lives together. She saw Natalie as a baby and the joy of their lives, but then things had changed. Reba became more engrossed with her work, and Blake worked his way further up the ladder of social therapy, while she became more and more the corporate superstar for her drug company.

When she became pregnant with Melody, she had done it out of obligation. He always came home talking about family and love and devotion. He shared stories about broken homes and how he was so glad his family was so secure and how much he couldn't wait to bring another little baby into the world. So, to shut him up, she allowed him to get her pregnant. Little did she know she was breeding his own little whore house.

She rolled her eyes at the memory and took another swig of her bottle. This time she tasted it and grinned. It was the good stuff. Daddy spared no expense for his little girl. She sneered at the table where her daughter and son-in-law sat, before her gaze went back to Melody.

The girl was eighteen now and it was apparent that she was going to take Natalie's place. “Thank god,” she muttered to herself. She reached into her purse and pulled out two Vicodin and swallowed them with little effort. She knew she had a problem, but she didn't care. She'd rather live high than live with Blake and his sluts.

The reason behind giving life to Melody had grown into resentment toward the girls and Blake. She was forced to stop working so she could be a mom. Blake had been allowed to carry on conversations with adults all the time, but for the first few years she had to cut back on her out of town trips, so she could play mommy. A job she never wanted.

True she had been at fault for not confessing her dislike of kids – not just hers, but kids in general. But Blake had been a sure thing, a safe bet and she knew marrying him would secure her future financially. She really didn't think he honestly wanted a lot of kids, besides, don't men say that in order to make a woman happy?

When the girls were in school full-time Reba went back to work, full force. The trips kept her away from the kids, and her needy husband. She traveled around the world, meeting with doctors, and pitching the newest drugs that would cure all that ails a body.

Eventually she dipped her hand into the bottles and enjoyed some of the more notable effects. The euphoric bliss was addictive, and so were the men and women that came along with it. The first affair had begun two years after Natalie was born and a year prior to Melody's conception. It had been one of the doctor's she was petitioning; a single young man who hadn't been shy at all about expressing his desire for her.

She fucked him over the weekend and returned home. Blake and her had sex that night, but she really didn't feel like his cock was enough for her. She loved the secret she held and laughed inwardly when he would come home and talk about her and his faithfulness.

The affairs continued until she got pneumonia. She was out of work for several weeks and eventually, after having to listen to Blake go on and on about family, she got pregnant. Once she was no longer sick, the affairs resumed as did the drug abuse, though she was loath to take as many pills as she had before.

Unwilling to get pregnant by her husband again, no matter the reasoning behind it, she secretly had her fallopian tubes tied. The surgery was easy to conceal, and it was done overseas where her recovery could be chalked up to monthly wheeling and dealings of the corporate world.

Now, she was able to be free of Blake.

A small sliver of joy spread through her body as she felt her pulse quicken and the drug slowly take affect. There was a trip to London scheduled for tomorrow and she was due to depart that evening. She picked up her cell phone and called her boss.

“Do you mind flying me out tonight?” she asked.

He told her that would be fine and when he asked about the wedding, she gave him the customary answers - “all went well,” “yes, it was beautiful,” “yes, I'm sad to see her grow up...” When she closed her phone, she took a deep breath and smiled inwardly.

Reba rose, taking her bottle, clutch and phone with her. She stopped at the bar, and gave the bartender the empty container. He eyed her suspiciously. She smiled, winked and walked away. An alcoholic knew how to behave and so she managed to make her way to her daughter's table with barely any wavering steps.

She found Natalie with her head bent to Mitch's ear. When she stopped in front of her daughter, she grinned at Natalie's discomfort. Their eyes met as Reba toyed with her left hand.

“Here,” Reba said and reached out a closed fist to her eldest. “Give this to your dad.” She waited for Natalie to extend her hand. When she did, Reba dropped a gold band and sparkling ring of diamonds into the waiting palm.

Natalie stared at the rings, closed her fingers around them and looked at her mother in shock as Reba walked away and headed for her upstairs bedroom to pack and prepare herself for some overseas fun.

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Melody danced with her father, unaware of the drama quietly unfolding at her sister's honorary table. Her eyes and heart only had eyes for the man that held her in his arms.

It felt perfect to finally be the one he gave his attention to. She was happy for Natalie, but happy more so for herself. Melody felt selfish, but refused to allow that feeling to consume her, or frighten her away.

She felt the touch of her father's hand on her back, and her pulse quickened when his palm continued to move. Her gaze shifted nervously back and forth, but she saw no one paying them any mind. This was it, she thought to herself; he's giving her the sign that he wants her.

The quick, yet gentle pressure he placed on her backside sent shivers of desire through her whole body. A soft whimper slipped passed her lips and she gripped his arms tighter.

Her inexperience made her instinctively push against him and she felt the presence of the hardened shaft that would soon be hers. Instantly her pussy responded and a bead of moisture rested against the inner lips of her labia. She flexed the muscles and moaned softly, tucked her head into her father's chest and closed her eyes as the innocent sensation slipped through her.

If what she felt was intense now, what would it be like when he made her his. Her gaze shifted to her sister, who looked pale and weary. No wonder Natalie had fought hard to keep their dad in her bed. If what Melody felt was just a sampling of desire, how could she see fault in her sister?

A new wave of love fell over as she caught her sister's gentle stare. They smiled at each other, and Natalie nodded her head. Melody knew it was truly okay, and so she looked up at her father and before the song ended, she reached up on her toes, and whispered, "Daddy, I hope I please you."

Her lips brushed his ear, before the music ended and sadly before he could answer she was forced to leave his side; one of the groomsman took her arm and urged to back to the center of the dance floor. She knew it best to let him lead her away.

When she turned to leave her father, she couldn't help but notice the pronounced erection. The thrill of knowing she had affected him made her abdomen twist and her stomach flutter.

"Soon daddy," she said and when the young man asked what she had meant, she told him it was nothing. Just a conversation she had been having with her dad, about when she was heading to bed.

She danced with the boy as well as several of her sister's friends and some of Mitch's family. By the end of the evening, she was exhausted and her feet ached, while her muscles felt tight and tired.

Melody headed up to her room and slipped off her heels and rubbed her toes and arches. A long sigh left her lips; she closed her eyes and laid down on her bed. Images of her father filled her thoughts, until her lids were too heavy and her body too relaxed. Her soft snore was barely audible.

 

[TirithIre]

Blake was tired of fighting with her. It didn't seem to matter what he did... she hated him all the same. Why she hated him, he wished he knew, but Reba never wanted to talk... much less even try to be a good wife any longer. After she had pulled away, Blake had begun to realize that there was no saving the marriage. They both agreed that they would continue at least until the girls were grown up before they would even consider 'calling it quits', but it was clear Reba had given up FAR before that.

Blake had been the one to do everything... he had raised his daughters the best that he could... and considering Reba's words to her own daughter on the cusp of her being wed, one would think that the woman would take a good hard look at herself, rather than judging everyone else around her. Blake had been clear after all when they had gotten interested in one another that he had wanted children... he wanted a family that he could call his own.

She had said that she wanted the same thing... and since they had been young... yes he had been naive, he had believed her words. Now, years later, he had no last thoughts about romance or salvaging what was clearly done for months now. Reba had only come back because it HAD been her own daughter that was getting married... Blake had no doubt she would have stayed away otherwise.

She was a cruel harsh woman it seemed... why he did not know, but he would never have married her had he known half of the things that she did. Even as he watched her out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed each movement that she made. He saw her take the bottle and sighed silently to himself. He focused on Melody of course... her in his arms, and when he saw Reba leave, he didn't feel a sense of loss.

It wasn't until after the dance... after he had heard his daughters little gasp, the little moan into his shoulder that he was presented with the truth of it all. Natalie came to him... tears in her eyes, his own heart breaking at that as he took the rings dumbly for a long few moments... he staring at them in shock... as though he didn't want to believe it. Finally though... his hand closed around the gold bands even as he was slipping them into his pocket.

" You do love him right sweetie... you’re not just saying it to him because you want to get out of the house..." Yet he knew she did... he had raised her with love... he the only one that had been there most of the time. He slowly calmed his breathing... though he gave her a small soft hug. " I would like that customary dance now baby." He mused... he not even thinking about Reba right then... he almost numbed to the pain that would set in later. For now, he did what he had done his entire life it seemed, masked his pain and faced the world with a straight face... a strong man.

He finally let her go back to her husband... he making sure that at the end of the day, the guests were all seen to, the limousine taking his eldest daughter and her husband away as it should be... and as he cleaned up... he took a long moment to reach into his pocket, fingers gently touching the curved band within... before he pulled his hand out still empty. Instead, he took a deep breath... before he closed up the house.

He somehow knew her things were gone... that was fine. He went to his office and sat down in the leather chair that Natalie had bought him on his last birthday... heavily for a moment he stared at the old picture of himself and Reba together. It had been an amazing trip... a long vacation to the Bahamas... but then his hand snapped out, reaching and yanking the picture up before he held it within shaking hand... eyes tearing for a moment, yet tear refusing to fall.

Quickly a drawer was opened, the offending picture, a lie of a past sliding into the drawer before he slammed it closed, it making a slight whooshing sound as he reached next for the phone. Taking out his phone book... he flipped through the pages. One of the few advantages to working as a therapist was that one did make contacts within the world... all over the world. First, he called her employer; making small talk as he found out where his wife had went on her latest trip.

Next, he called Micky. Micky had been a drug addict as well as an alcoholic before Blake had talked him down and helped him to re-form his life. The man was seriously surprised to hear from Blake... but it was a simple conversation. Blake knew what Micky did these days for work... a private investigator. " I'm sorry for the late hour Micky... but I need a favor... a big one." He mused, he spending the next half hour on the phone with the man, describing his wife's actions, and giving as many details of where she was for the man.

He agreed to pay for Micky's flight... along with any information gathered... but within himself he knew that his wife had and was probably now cheating on him... so he would be ready for her 'return'. He wasn't an idiot, despite his good and gentle appearance... Reba had never experienced the most dangerous side of Blake... his protective side. He was like a dog whom suddenly found himself in a corner, not knowing how he had gotten there... he bared his teeth and defended himself viciously.

Only when everything was said and done, arrangements were all made did he stand. The world almost seemed completely new to him... but he would know the truth within a week according to Micky. The man was VERY good at digging at the past... and though Blake didn't like going there... it was time that he did. As he stretched slightly though he moved into the hallway, passing by Melody's room. He noticed her light was still on... her door slightly ajar.

For a moment... he considered passing by without doing anything... but then his thoughts began to spin... and instead, he found his hand against the hard wood of the door, his eyes looking to the handle as he pushed the door open a bit more... his eyes slowly rising to take in the room. It had changed over the year, along with the woman within... but he loved her all the same.

He had a feeling by the end of this she would be the only one standing with him... but that was all right. He would protect her, she was his daughter. Her mother might call her slut or whore, but Blake would see to it that the truth was out for all to see if Reba was about to go about trying to ruin a life that Blake had built out of faithfulness and loyalty.

She may think such things stupid or naive, but Blake would show her that there was power to such beliefs... if the time came for there to be war... he would go to war for his daughter. For now though he wasn't thinking about that however... he was more thinking about what her young body would look like being taken by him. His cock stiffened within his pants, straining and begging to be released, but his eyes were on the bed, silent for now, simply taking in the gorgeous sight of her there.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

A long deep breath slipped from Melody's slightly parted lips. She opened her eyes and rolled over.

As soon as she realized she had fallen asleep, she sat up and caught sight of the figure standing in her doorway. Instantly her body tensed and her pulse quickened.

She smiled nervously at her father and chewed the inside of her bottom lip. The sounds of the reception no longer wafted up through the house, which meant all the guests and extended family members were gone, all except her mother, or at least that is what Melody thought.

Her chest rose and fell; she stood up and toyed with the fabric of her gown. Her fingers plucked nervously as she tried to remain calm and present herself to her dad. It was what she wanted, yet she was scared. What if he refused her because he desired Natalie more? Or worse, what if she disappointed him and he told her the next morning that it had been a mistake?

She glanced up and saw the look in her eyes; an unspoken message seemed to pass between them. He was waiting for her; he would not force anything upon her. If she wanted him to, she could ask him to leave, and he would do so with no hesitation.

Melody then remembered the touch of his hand on her back and how it had given her a firm, knowing squeeze. She remembered the look in his eyes and the way his body had responded to her proximity.

Naturally her gaze shifted to his crotch; she blushed as she took in his aroused state. Once again she bit her lower lip, this time pulling it inside her to worry it. One hand lifted; she brushed her fingers over her red bangs before slipping both hands into her hair. She made quick work of the bobby pins that kept her tangled locks in place.

The brown metal, tipped with rubber ends, were placed on the table next to her bed. She hoped she looked appealing; she hoped her make-up hadn't smudged while she slept and her mascara was still in place. This was not how she wanted to be found; she had wanted to come to him, wearing the cream-colored lingerie set her sister had given her.

All of these things – these thoughts and actions – took place in a matter of minutes. When Melody took the first step toward her father, she was already reforming a plan of submission.

She stepped up and nervously ran her trembling fingers up his chest; the material of the shirt was smooth; she felt the heat rolling off his body. Her lower lip shook as she stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his. As soon as skin met skin, her newly reformed plan crumbled and Melody was flying blind.

Blake allowed her to explore him at her leisure. Only moving to settle his hands on her hips, to show her he welcomed her attentions.

Melody whimpered; the sound of an innocence escaped her lips and childish tears settled against her lashes; she closed her eyes.

Her tongue slipped between her lips; the tip touched his and she felt his mouth open slightly. She began to timidly explore the soft petals of flesh.

A soft cry of need was pulled from her belly; the feeling of his lips on hers made her whole body tingle and ache. Her arms went up to circle his neck. She angled her head and pushed her tongue further into his mouth, past his teeth. When she felt the wet, firm answering muscle touch hers, Melody melted.

He kept a firm grip on her; her knees weakened. His tongue explored her mouth. Blake gave her the control she needed to grow more comfortable, at the same time encouraging her to drink her feel.

Melody tasted her father for the first time. She tried to lock the memory inside, to find a way to describe it so she could later write about it in her journal. Tonight she would become his lover; he would claim her as his and she would be his favorite little girl.

She left his lips and stared at him; long lashes were slightly damp from unshod tears of joy.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

Her breath quickened. Again her lower lip shook. Once more the lump in her throat was thick and she was forced to swallow. Her throat was dry. Her stomach was in knots; her hands shook; she kept them hidden behind his neck. The fingers were intertwined and clenched tight. The knuckles were white from the grip she had on herself, not on her father.

“I want to be yours,” she told him. A tear drop slid down her cheek. “I have wanted to be yours for a long time and,” she paused. “I'm scared,” she admitted. “I don't – I don't want to disappoint.”

It was out – the confession and fear spoken through broken words and timid tears. Melody lowered her head; the pads of her feet settled on the carpet; the tips of her toes no longer gave her a few more inches to feel taller. Once again she felt small as her father held her. Her forehead was pressed against his chest.

“Please daddy, help me,” she said.

She waited for her father's words. She waited for his touch. She waited for his rejection of her gift.

Inwardly cursed herself for being a coward and not acting on the fantasy she had played out a thousand times in her mind. She was supposed to be bold and seductive; she wasn't either. She was weak and frail, so unlike Natalie.

Melody closed her eyes and took a deep breath, readying herself for whatever Blake decided. The wait seemed to be eternal.

 

[TirithIre]

The most important thing that Melody had to do was something that Blake had always said to her and believed with all of his heart... she had to be herself. She had to remember that no matter how much her sister had shared with her and told her that this was her duty... he would never have done anything to hurt her... she was his daughter, and he loved her!

Even as he stood by the door, he loomed slightly, his tall handsome frame seeming to overshadow the door for a long moment, but then he was about to turn and continue to his room when he heard the small yet deep breath escape her, his eyes having turned, returned in-explicably to her. She had grown up into such a beautiful strong woman... but she didn't need to be strong like her father... he was there to support her, and see her grow into the fine young woman that she was.

Even as she rose though he smiled as he looked to her... he could see her eyes travelling over him as it stood, and even as she reached up for the pins, he sighed, the sound accompanying a smile as he looked to her. He was the only one whom knew it was just she and he now... the bands of his wedding still lay dormant within his tuxedo pocket... and yet even as he looked to her, he had to smile.

He could see that she was nervous... so different from Natalie... but that did not mean he did not find her alluring or enticing... not at all. It only meant that she was different, that his love for her was truly unique... he had always loved both of his daughters... but tonight... until this moment he had felt more alone than he had before.

His pain driven so deeply within him it wasn't even able to be seen, his hands gently supported her hips as she approached, her lips upon his felt decidedly good... a soft groan escaping him as he held her. Her plans would be 'ruined' many times that night... but not for the worse... for the better. He held and supported her as she made her attempts, he responding in kind, controlled responses allowing her to explore all she liked.

Even as he heard her call him daddy... an improper thrill rushed through him, his eyes slightly closing, lids seeming to be accepting the 'rush' and 'high' of the pleasure... and yet even as he looked to her, he smiled at her little admission. " Oh Melody..." He mused, he softly looking to her as he gave her a comforting squeeze.

" How could you disappoint me baby girl... you could never do that." He remarked as he regarded her, he smiling gently. " I know you and your sister have been planning this since she fell in love with Mitch." He remarked, he looking into her eyes as he added. " I suspect that her still wanting to be mine while she was getting ready to marry was a good cause of the problems between us."

He sighed, and pulling back ever so slightly, he looked down to her as he raised a hand, for a long moment he gently pet her cheek, he regarding her slowly. " I want you to take a half hour, and get ready like I know you have planned. When you’re ready... come to my room and I will help you become mine." He mused, he smiling to her for a long moment.

Before he let her go, though his fingers slid forwards, his hand cupping the back of her neck before he kissed her deeply, tongue forwardly sliding and duelling with hers even as he gorged himself on the taste of her lips, along with the sounds she made. A single moment of overwhelmingly amazing desire... before he released her and nodded, he winking to her.

He left her then and went to his room... taking the tuxedo off, he moved around the room... wondering how to set it up. He knew he'd be taking a more... forward role with this seduction than he had with Natalie... but he also knew Melody would never disappoint him... he loved her and even if it was the worst sex of all time, he would never crush her like that... not like his wife had crushed his heart.

Finally he went into the closet, ignoring the empty spaces left by his wife, and pulled out a box. The box had been sitting on top of the shelf for years now, he had planned to make their next pregnancy between he and Reba a much more romantic thing... but then things had gotten out of hand... and that truly seemed to be a world away now... so instead, he would share his love with someone whom clearly wanted it.

He set out dozens of large candles all around the room, his eyes dancing as he lit them, the sheets on the bed taken of, replaced with black silken sheets that he had bought in Egypt a long time ago... and even as he finished preparing the room... he decided to wear only his robe. Sliding his boxer shorts off, he gave a soft groan as his swollen hard cock sprang out... he wrapping the dark blue robe around himself, and tying the sash he moved and sat on the bed.

It was almost time... he could hardly wait for his 'little baby girl' to come and make her grand appearance... though it wouldn't be her making the seduction this time... it would be Blake. He for one; was looking forwards to it!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She stared at her reflection in the full length mirror. Her dress, thanks to her sister, had been easy to remove. The zipper side had been a cinch to maneuver; the gown now lay on her bed waiting a trip to the dry cleaners. Lying next to it were the matching lingerie pieces that her sister had purchased for her. They had been a secret gift as had the surprise all-night-gab session that concerned her seduction of their father.

His mouth and tongue still seemed to rest on her lips; she touched them with her fingers and smiled. Her body had never felt so alive. When the boys she'd dated, few in number, had kissed her, they had been kisses full of tongue and fumbling muscles. Her father had kissed her with the experience of a man.

Melody turned away from her image and stepped into the small pair of lace panty that were cream in color. When she first saw them, she asked her sister why she had chosen something as simple as lace. Why not a thong, or a pair of crotchless panties?

Natalie had laughed softly; she assured her sister that the panties she wore would be just as exciting for their father to pull off of her as a pair of the other more erotic kind. Melody admitted, now that she had them on, it did give her a little more confidence in herself. She didn't feel as if her bald pussy was just out there for his perusal.

“Imagine it as giving daddy a present to unwrap,” her sister had said.

Melody blushed at the memory her sister's words had stirred up.

She then picked up a small silk spaghetti strap negligee. It slid easily over her delicate frame; the material caressed her skin and brushed across her nipples. They grew more taut. There were a pair of shoes for her to wear, nothing overly extravagant and nothing too tall; the last thing she needed, Natalie had told her, was to stumble into their dad. “You'll be nervous enough,” her sister had warned. “Wearing a pair of five inch stilettos isn't going to help.”

The pair of ivory slip on shoes, with no back, and only a one inch heel, fit perfectly. Her toes, the nails painted pink, gave a hint of color.

Her gaze shifted to the clock on her bedside table. Her half hour was almost up. Melody walked quickly into her bathroom and ran a pick through her hair. The curls were tight, but eventually with a little bit of work, she was able to force them into submission. They fell down her back in thick tendrils of crimson. She applied a thin layer of pink lipstick along with a hint of gloss; her lips glistened in the light.

The Grandfather clock downstairs chimed.

Melody slipped on a silver chain with a pendant of a small ballerina posed to dance into the wearer's heart. Her father had given it to her the night of her first recital. At the time she had been a child, and had squealed in pleasure. The chain had been inexpensive, as was the little figure that lay on her neck.

Through the years he presented her with another chain, each one growing in length, so that when she wore it, the pirouetting girl would rest just above Melody's cleavage. She stared at the necklace and noticed that once again the ballerina brought ones eyes to her bosom.

Had her father always known she would be his? Or had the gift been just that, a gift to a child? In the end it didn't matter. It was her favorite token of affection and she couldn't wait to give him, her greatest token.

She walked back into her bedroom and picked up the final gift from her sister, a box from the local jeweler's. Inside was an anklet, also silver. A half moon with a jagged edge dangled from the link. Inscribed were the letters 'Be Fri'. Natalie had the other half of the moon, along with a matching anklet of silver. The jagged edges, when pressed together would read: “Best Friends.”

Melody secured it around her left ankle, slipped a pair of cubic zirconium studs into her ears, and smiled at her reflection.

A woman stared back but so did a girl. Melody looked around her room and wished it looked more grown up. She squared her shoulders and pulled on the robe that matched the other sensuous pieces. It fell just a fraction of an inch from the nightie's hem. The sleeves were short, falling to her elbows. She felt beautiful.

Melody opened her bedroom door and stepped into the hall. She glanced down and thought of her mother, who slept several rooms away. She knew Natalie's rules had to be obeyed. She took a deep breath and walked down the hall, toward her mother's room. Once there she reached out and tapped gently on the door. Natalie told her the likelihood mother would ever answer was nil. Mother had stopped answering the door to the bedroom years ago, tonight would be no different.

Melody released the pent up breath and thanked the stars that her mother had indeed fallen asleep in a drunken stupor, something again Natalie had assured her would happen. The excuse they had concocted would never have to be voiced and for that Melody was thankful.

She turned away and took the steps needed to bring her to her father's door. It was slightly ajar, as if he knew she would need it opened for her. Timidly she pushed on it with one hand and stepped over the threshold to greet her dad.

He sat on the bed; his robe was blue and the candlelight in the room added to the innocence of the moment. It was almost as if it were her wedding night, not Natalie's. She was sure that's why her sister had chosen the colors she now wore, as well as helped her prepare her body for her father.

They had also covered birth control and as much as Natalie and Melody both wished to have their daddy's baby, each girl understood the consequences if such a thing occurred. Melody had begun taking birth control pills the day after she turned eighteen. The thrill of knowing her daddy's seed would soon fill her, pushed her forward. She closed the door and took the necessary steps to present herself to him.

Melody stood in front of her dad. She reached out and touched his hair, stroked his cheek and ran the tip of her thumb over his lips.

“Daddy,” she whispered and took one more deep breath to help calm her nerves. “Will you make me yours?”

She bent down and kissed him fully on the lips, allowing her tongue to dive deep into his mouth. Acting on instinct she began to slowly tease and play with him.

 

[TirithIre]

Blake found himself sitting on the edge of the bed as the minutes seemed to trickle by, a steady flow of time un-hindered by the problems and challenges of his life. To say he was still in shock over his wife would have been very accurate, for who would have thought that after over twenty years, a marriage would be destroyed with the actions of one of the two of them.

It was very rare that such actions would happen... though of course not un-heard of completely. Blake had seen it, but had honestly believed that through working with his wife, he would be able to live a life happy and content. Clearly he had been nothing but a fool. Closing his eyes for a moment... he found that he was envisioning Micky flying across the ocean to find out the truth... a small part of him was resolved to it.

A larger part would always still find himself stunned. Yet as he heard the chime of the grandfather clock from below, he turned his attentions back to the room, and nodding to himself, he knew that he was ready. When one considered what he was about to 'do' it was easy to understand why he had asked for more time. After all it was not every day that one man seduced his own daughter.

Even as she appeared at the door, he had to smile. She had grown up so much... into a young woman deserving of love. Perhaps that was where most of his fault lay... he felt that he was the only one that was 'good enough' for his little girls... though after three years with Natalie, and knowing that she was truly in love with her man, he had let his eldest go.

He rose to his feet even as she entered the door, and as she turned to close it, he gave a small smile as he watched her. Her hair, red and fiery indeed, hung easily, framing her face beautifully as she made her way, he moving halfway, before he looked to her as she whispered to him. A small smile crossed his lips as she asked that, though she did not give him the chance to fully respond.

Rather he moved and sat back down almost in a slight stumble as her lips followed... his arms encircling her as he pulled her down into his lap, she finding herself straddled upon his thighs as he kissed her right back. Oh unlike those boys she had felt and touched and kissed before, there was none of the young hesitations over compensations... oh no, Blake knew what to do... and 'did it' very well.

Even as his arms encircled her though he slid them beneath the folds of her robe.. not pushing the fabric away just yet... rather letting her remain covered, though his fingers felt bare hot flesh as he scraped her sides, over to her back with excited hands. " Oh Melody..." He mused as he broke the kiss a moment... he looking to her, her lips swelling slightly from the kiss as he smiled. " I will make you all mine."

He mused, it almost a soft growl as he kissed her more passionately the second time, his mouth parting slightly, his tongue duelling, coaxing hers to play as she could feel him working the robe/ cloak off her, sliding it down and off, before a hand tossed it aside, a soft thump heard to the side as it landed, his hands hungrilly roaming over her.

Oh yes, he would certainly make his baby girl his... all his, now; and forever! His own body felt energized.. he could feel her thighs stride his own... he could feel the needy and yet in-experience of her mouth as it sought the desires that he so willingly gave to her. He could feel every part of her yearning for more... and yet for Blake, he enjoyed 'making her wait'.

He would not make her wait very long at all, but Blake was thoroughly enjoying her squirming needy little body pressing against his toned strong chest. Even as she writhed and squirmed, his arms and hands seemed to hold her captive... a captive to her own desires... to her daddy. He would love her in an entirely different way tonight, and he had no doubt that she would love it all!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The first kiss in her bedroom had been exciting, thrilling, and caused her stomach to flip and roll. The soft kiss she gave him, had been hesitate and eager, but full of innocence and fear. The next kiss, the one her father controlled with the skill of a man not the befuddling of a boy, made her abdominal muscles twist; she felt them tighten and flex, knotting themselves as his tongue explored deep the recesses of her mouth.

She tilted her head, pressed herself up closer to him, and groaned softly. Her cheeks grew pink and felt as if flames were licking at the skin. She knew though that her blush was covering all of her. The warmth radiated down her neck and spread across her chest.

Melody's body moved by instinct alone. She was unaware that her breasts were pushing into her father. The soft beads were tight and pressed against the soft nightie that her sister had given her. She didn't feel the way her hips moved to a rhythm unfamiliar to her.

Her panties were pushed into her sex. Its juices were slowly beginning to gather against the inner lips of her labia. The muscles constricted allowing a bead of arousal slide free and graze the outer lips, only to be swallowed up in the fabric of the lace.

A whimper, followed by a sigh of passion rolled over her lips as his hands moved up her body, and pulled away the robe. She didn't care where it landed. Melody only wanted to climb into her father's touch, to feel complete with him.

She rubbed his crotch against her sex. The softness of the robe moved slightly allowing a brief encounter of skin on skin. She shook in his embrace. Her inner thighs felt the hairs of his legs; she moved and rubbed the soft muscles against the firmer ones of his. “Daddy,” she whimpered, and licked her lips, before pressing her mouth to his neck.

Like the innocent she was, she began to lick and suck gently on his pulse. Nip carefully on his flesh so as not to mar his skin. Natalie had told her there would be other places she could bruise their father, to mark him with a hickey where all his co-workers could see, as well as their mother, would not be wise.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she bucked softly. Small mewing sounds seemed to follow the gasps for air as a tiny unknown feeling began to build deep within her. “Daddy,” she whimpered again; his name was a whisper. “It feels,” she moaned softly, “so good,” she admitted.

Her virgin body was alive for the first time and she feared the little wave of pleasure that was approaching what she hoped would be a lifetime of little waves. Natalie had told her that her first climax might be quick, but Melody had laughed it off. Obviously she was wrong to think she was in control of her innocent responses.

 

[TirithIre]

She should not have scoffed against her sisters little warning about her own nervous energy... and yet it wasn't just that which drove her arousals higher... it was the taboo thoughts and thrills even though she knew this was what she wanted she also by the same breath knew that this inherently 'was wrong'. After all daughters should not lay with their fathers... and yet by that same taboo sense, it only made it 'better'.

She didn't need to worry about whether he knew what to do... he knew exactly how to treat her body. Her young form seemed to be un-able to comprehend what she needed, what she craved... or perhaps her body knew so much more naturally than her mind did. After all even the most primal of humans had an innate idea of how to mate... which was in essence, what 'daddy' was going to do with his little girl that night.

For now at least it took the pain of his betraying whore of a wife out of his mind... he didn't think about the fact that her plane might have just landed... or that on the plane itself Reba might had or more than likely seduced a male steward and had her way with him, or a fellow passenger. It was a revolting thought... but he had a small part of himself that could not seem to forget such a possibility.

So instead he shook his head even as he looked to her... and even as he smiled he felt her placing her lips upon his neck... he smiling as he felt the lapels of his robe move at his lap, her smooth bare thighs seeming to naturally caress and tickle his flesh with delightful sensations... he hearing her mewls only seemed to entice him further into this web of incestuous desires.

A part of him knew that this on principle was wrong. Yet she WAS a woman... she was eighteen, he knew like Natalie chances were one day Melody would find a man she loved and would go to be with him, and though it would be all the harder on that day for Blake to let her go... he also knew that he would, if for no other reason than he wanted her to be happy... to have the happy life that he seemed to find had always been veiled with secrets within his own.

He could feel her back and hips working and pushing, almost riding his thigh as he smiled to her breathless little words. " I know baby girl... that's good... feel good, always." He remarked as he shifted a bit, she finding he slid one thigh from between her splayed legs before his thigh made firm and direct contact with her panty covered slit. He smiled as his hands held her, she had clearly been told the rules about marks at least on his neck or places that would be seen.

His one hand slid down, hiking the edges of her nightie upwards as his other hand slid upwards, trailing and twining its own path into her hair... and even as he looked to her he could not help but sigh as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, letting her pepper her attentions onto him. His hand upon her back slid beneath the backside of the nightie, before she felt his firm controlling hand guiding her hips, his fingers splaying over the curve of her ass.

Even as he looked to her though he could not help but smile as he gave it a squeeze, his fingers sliding beneath the lace of the panty line covering her ass, fingers curling, raking, leaving small red indentations within her skin as he 'worked her', or more than anything she working herself towards a first climax.

He loved his baby girl... she would find that her daddy knew just how to 'handle her'.... he knew just how to work her body... she was right though of course. Her life would be filled with wave upon wave... waves of pleasure; waves of love; and waves of loyal fatherly lust. The admission of that lay beneath her... his cock pressed up against his black boxers, she being grinded against his thigh the tip of his swollen hard cock pressed and rubbed her nightie... soft yet copious amounts of pre cum dripped from the tip and stained the material.

Yet nothing mattered but her... Melody was his life... his daughter... his love. He would do anything for her... but right then... as she found herself in-explicably pressed and rubbing herself like a little slut against him he gently coaxed her. " That's it... rub yourself baby... make yourself cum all over daddy's leg." He remarked with a grin... he knowing how dirty it sounded... and though he was sure she would be shocked... he had no doubt that she would respond with a thrill through her as it did himself. Tonight was about his claiming his little girl... and it seemed that the first thing he wanted was her orgasm!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She heard his words, about how it should feel good, and how she needed to cum all over his leg, but her mind was too thick with emotion. She felt his fingers slide under the back of her cream-colored lingerie. Her hips bucked faster as instinct drove her closer to the edge of steep cliff. His hand was in her hair, the fingers tangling in the curls.

Still she rode him; her slickness was growing more and more pronounced. Melody buried her face in her father’s neck and clenched him tight within her embrace. While the inner walls of her sex constricted, she felt her Dad’s hand move down to her ass, where he gripped the soft cheeks. The leverage he used on her, aided her in fucking his leg. She felt embarrassed by her wanton appetite.

Her skin was flush and her breath came in gasps. Melody’s hold grew tighter and her ballerina body used every muscle known to it to keep her poised on his thigh. The motion was chaotic, awkward and yet did nothing but bring her closer and closer to a sweet release. As the first waves cascaded through her body, she knew that what was happening was unlike anything she’d ever given herself.

The cry that was ripped from her throat was muffled only by her father’s neck as she screamed into it. She shook violently for a few seconds and then held tight, fearing the stars that danced behind her clenched lids. Her cum flowed from her sex, coated her pussy and lay thick against the panties. The lace was a weak barrier for the juice; it seeped free and landed on her father’s robe and thigh.

The liquid was warm. The scent of her release evident almost immediately. She continued to hide into her father, as her mind came to the realization of what she had just done. She had just humped her daddy’s leg. The thrill of the adventure, mingled with the shame in her heart.

Melody snuggled against him and was silent as little tremors danced across her spine and over her skin. Goosebumps appeared and she shivered slightly Her father’s arms continued to support her as if he knew she needed a moment to reflect and calm the beating of her heart.

“Daddy, I - - -,” she took a deep breath and licked her lips, “that was - - - it was…” Melody had no words; she didn’t know them, nor did she know how to express them. She only knew that it had felt good and there was more to come, there had to be. There was an emptiness inside her that needed to be filled and her mini-climax had only been a tease to her senses.

The moisture between her legs began to cool; she moved on his thigh and looked up to gaze adoringly at him. “I feel so,” she blushed brighter. Her cheeks, neck and ears seemed to burn. “I was like --- it was ---,” she giggled softly, once more embarrassed by her innocence. “Daddy,” her lower lip trembled, “thank-you,” she finally said.

She licked her lips in anticipation for whatever was to come next.

 

[TirithIre]

Blake could tell that this adventure of incestuous desires would not be calmed by a simple orgasm... but like with a man, he could tell that her nerves, and also her needs would be sated in the least by the pleasurable climax which he would of course 'give her'. In a way however he was but a guiding hand to her... it was her own lusts... her own desires that swelled within her, turning her from a shy little girl into a wanton needy slut that he rather adored.

He could feel her taut body in his embrace... he knew that she would be embarrassed... though of course she shouldn't be by the lusts that coursed through her, forced by her own young naivety. There was something to be said for a woman's first time... and he wanted it to be special for her. Her humping his leg like a horny slut had surprised him, but it did not cease the pulsing of his own desires as he watched her. He of course guided her, supported her and allowed her to seek her own pleasures first.

That hardly meant that his own desires were lacking... his cock had managed to nudge beyond the edges of the black underwear he had worn. Only the tip peeked, almost as though shy to expose itself to the air, still slightly nestled within the confines of the underwear that he wore. The tip was angry per say, at being confined as such. Even as he felt her needy little body rocking and rubbing itself against him however, he had but groaned with desire all his own.

He smiled as she screamed into his neck, he holding her closely as she experienced her first mini climax within the arms of her father... held close, held within loving embrace. Even as he felt her desires however, he smirked to her shy breathless words. He could tell that she was trying to make sense of what she was feeling... and yet he could also tell that she was enjoying everything that he had guided her into.

" Your welcome, baby girl." He remarked, and even as he looked to her he could not help but smile as he saw the way that she was so embarrassed and yet excited as well. Even as he said that, his hand hadn't left the taut flesh of her ass, her lacy panties being moved slightly as his fingers curled, scraping and touching her ass. Yet as she lifted her eyes to him, he leaned his head in and kissed her soundly, his lips sealing to hers, his tongue confidant in pressing into her mouth.

With a roll, she found herself upon her back, Blake moving her, pushing her up onto the bed more as he moved and settled over her... devouring, consuming her in a fiery inferno that was his own lusts. His hand upon her ass moved, though even as she felt a shifting, she also felt his hand move about her hips, before he was clutching the panties within his hand. He thought about being romantic is sliding them off her, seeing the look of desire and innocence in her eyes when he did, and yet a somewhat more primal 'side' to him seemed to take over.

His grasp of the flimsy fabric was pulled, there a tension there before the light stitching gave way. His hand pulled the panties apart, tearing them asunder even as he looked to her and his eyes seemed to burn into her as he broke the kiss, his chin seeming to nudge her own upwards as he closed a kiss upon her neck, he of course careful not to leave marks there just as she... but unlike she... daddy seemed to know just what to do, and so he should.

This may be wrong... this may be so wrong on many levels... but that hardly meant that Blake was going to stop. Oh no his decision and lusts had been decided long ago... in a way he was a slave to those desires. The thrill of being with his own daughter added such an edge to all of this... he would not give that up for the world. She was his shining star... his one remaining light in the darkness, and he would see her happy and content, in ALL ways.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The weight of the bed, the coolness of the material under her, the sound of her panties tearing went unnoticed to Melody. The weight of her father, the warmth of his body pressing into her, and the soft touch of his hands as they skated along her flesh were all that consumed her. She ran her fingers into his hair, as he kissed her neck. His nails scraped her flesh as she felt his fingers on her hips, ass and thighs.

A gentle urging from him, had her offering her neck to his mouth. She felt the kiss, the tender touch of his tongue on her pulse. The softness of his lips seemed foreign to her, yet her father had kissed her before. No, not like this - - - never like this. But his lips now were different. They were the lips of a lover, her lover.

Melody's smile was wide and genuine; she arched her back and purred softly. Her skin became more heated as his kiss intensified, and yet she knew he was leaving her unmarked. She bit down on her lower lip, angry that she couldn't have her father's brand on her. Perhaps later he would leave her with a bruise that she could look at, touch, caress and know it meant she was truly his.

It didn't matter though, not in the end. He was going to mark her in a way that she would never forget.

Instinct drove her onward. Her legs became entangled with his. Her hands moved to his shoulders, down his back and around his hips. She tugged on the sash of his robe, and released the knot. Awkwardly she pulled at the material, hoping to find someway to free him of it. Surely he was as hot as she was.

Her hands went to his shoulders and she pushed the fabric down his arms and back. Finally she was able to touch him skin to skin with her fingertips. He continued to encourage her with sounds that made sense only to the throbbing sensation between her legs. Her hips rose and fell as she tried to grind desperately against the erection she felt trying to pierce her.

Melody dragged her nails down his back, pushing the robe further away. She wanted him naked. Needed it. But she knew her father would call all the shots during their first time. Natalie had told her to let him, that he would make sure she left his bed satisfied, yet hungry for more. Melody did not doubt this, already she was anticipating the next time they came together.

“Fu... daddy.” The vulgarity died on her tongue.

She felt her pussy tighten. More shivers of lust rippled through her. Her nipples became harder and poked the fabric that lay between her and her daddy.

“Daddy, please daddy. Touch me,” she begged. Her voice was so strange. It sounded so young and virginal, yet her body did not act the virgin. It was moving to a rhythm that was chaotic and tangled. She felt like a bitch in heat who needed to fuck every male stud in a hundred mile radius.

“God dad, fu...”

Her lower lip trembled; her hands moved every where, as did the soles of her feet. She was wet, hot, and desperately needing Daddy to cure her ailments.

 

[TirithIre]

Oh Blake was hot... perhaps not in temperature, but in his mind the confines of his robe constricted around him, suffocating in a way. He didn't mind really at all that she was clawing at the robe, trying to pry it from him... and even as she did, he shifted, moving so that she could feel the way that he was pulling from her for but a moment... the robe parting as he did.

A toned strong chest was bared, and though he wasn't in the BEST of shape... he did work hard to keep in shape, so while he didn't have a six pack neither did he have a paunch as some men of his age did. Instead the tufts of hair trickled down his chest in a curled fashion, his eyes looking into hers as he tossed the robe aside, leaving it somewhere upon the floor, forgotten and well so.

The only barrier remaining between them was the dark pair of underwear that constrained a clearly aroused, and hard cock. Yet he left those in place... for now... instead his eyes focused onto her. Even as she whimpered and moaned... even as she wished for a mark that would mark her as his, he simply smiled. " Oh baby girl... I’m going to touch you... I’m going to show you that your mine now."

He hadn't been very possessive of Natalie... Natalie had been his lover, helping him through the loneliest nights of his life... helping in a twisted strange way to keep him from that downwards spiral of depression. Instead he had found solace and comfort within the arms of his eldest daughter... and when it had come to an end, which had been 'it'. He would have been a liar to say he wouldn't miss his daughter... but it was hard to miss something when something new was presented in such a way.

" Sit up Melody..." He coaxed, and even as he said that he was coaxing her up, she seeing how he worked the nighty up, the fabric teasing her skin a final time, before he pulled it up and over her head, he smiling as he tossed it aside discarded with the other clothing. Even as he did though he sat back, aged and knowledgeable eyes taking in the sleek, slim and yet beautiful woman that his daughter had become.

He had always worried a bit more with Melody than Natalie... that she would take after her mother... the influences had been there, but those worries drifted away now... perhaps he was biased, but he didn't particularly care... he loved her. Even as he tossed the nightie aside though he could see how swollen and hard her nipples were... how her lips seemed in-capable of closing fully, giving her a lustily driven look of a woman whom was in need... and that in its own self turned him on all the more.

Yet he looked to her and smirked. " In here, you will swear... you will cry, you will moan and beg. You will scream and squeal with everything that I do." He growled, and with that he pushed her back into the bed, she seeing him looming over her, before he lowered his mouth and crushed her lips against his own. Even as he did though she could feel his fingers dragging over bare ribs... thumbs tracing the lines of bones every moment. Even as he looked to her though he could not help but groan into her lips.

Yet he didn't touch her fully just yet.... instead he continued to torment... though as she was about to beg for him, his fingers slid over the curve of her hip, before he was tracing his fingers, calloused from life over the soft bare lips of her womanhood... her pussy. " all those sounds... no hiding." He whispered into her ear as he broke the kiss... she feeling lips close just behind her ear... she knowing he would mark her in some way... and so even as he kissed there, she felt him sucking on the skin hard, before he nipped... leaving a small bruised mark of a lover.

That WAS what she was now... she wasn't his daugther... she was his loving woman whom he would enjoy 'breaking in' and showing the ropes of her desires... in many more ways than she probably even thought!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Melody’s eyes were wide and alert as her father became more and more exposed to her hungry gaze. Her breath quickened as his robe was tossed to the floor and his body was hers to feast upon. She had seen her father’s chest before. Summer days often consisted of swimming so him being bare-chested was nothing new. This was different though, this was her father aroused and desiring her, not a dip in the pool or the warm rays of the sun.

Her gaze shifted to his boxers. The engorged muscle of his sex, seemed to pulsate against the fabric that held his desire at bay. She gasped softly as he told her he was going to touch her and show her that she belonged to him. Her abdomen rolled and twisted. The tight muscles of her dancer’s body flexed and tightened as he coaxed her upward.

She moved to her knees and rested on them, only to become more and more confused and aroused as her father began to slowly strip her. She shivered at the loss of the last piece of fabric that kept all of her hidden from him. The last bit of protection was tossed to the floor and forgotten. She sat there, her nipples hard, her pussy tingling. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to calm herself and remain brave in her father’s eyes.

He touched her as he spoke and she tried to hear him. She tried to listen to his words, but she was lost. Her eyelids were heavy, until he pushed her down and took possession of her mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders and moved down to his arms. Her fingers fell away from him and gripped the sheet beneath her as she tried to kiss him back with the same intensity that he bestowed on her.

Melody felt the tip of his fingers rolling across her ribs. She jerked slightly from the touch, only because of the tickling sensation. Desire kept her in check. She lay there, whimpering, moaning, gasping as he drew out the painful pleasure of a virgin begin newly touched. “Dad,” she groaned low, surprising herself with the lust in her voice.

His fingers slipped over her hip and down the indentation that led to her sex. “Oh god,” she whispered, almost inaudibly. The pads of callused digits rested against her sex. Her muscles flexed. She felt scared and nervous. Her fingers gripped the sheet harder. Her hips rose instinctively against his palm.

The warm breath of his lips against her ear made another contrasting mix of emotions converge deep within her womb. She closed her eyes and clenched her lids, as he whispered to her to never hide her passion. The small sucking on her skin and the bruise he left was her badge of possession and she knew in the morning she would gaze upon and wish to show it to everyone.

She was Daddy’s girl.

Her left leg wrapped around his, anchoring her father to her; she rolled her hips and thrust against his eager palm. Natalie had warned her about noises, yet now her father was telling her to scream and shout, cry and beg. She bit her tongue and shifted on the sheet, hoping to feel his mouth and hands on her person, so she lost control and Natalie’s warnings were lost and forgotten in a sea of passion.

 

[TirithIre]

When Blake had been with Natalie... well it had been a different time. When he had been comforted and eventually returned his love for his elder daughter it had been a time when his wife had remained within the house, making what was already taboo, all the more taboo. After all it wasn't easy per say to remain quiet in the throes of passion, and yet the risks of discovery in that time had been far greater than the delights offered.

Yet those worries were far from Blake's mind now. After everything that had happened that day, he almost felt as though he were weak, because if he were to stop and think too much upon the whirlwind of what had occurred that day... it would consume him like a tsunami of emotions that would overwhelm him. So instead he focused, as he had done his entire life... on others. In this case it was the lithe yet beautiful daughter before him.

Even as he coaxed her up to her knees, he smiled re-assuring to the lost and confused look on her eyes. He was hungry in a way that a father should not be hungry for his daughter, and yet it had been long ago that he had stopped feeling sorry for himself... or feeling guilty over the fact that this was his daughter. He wasn't forcing her to do this after all, she had made it perfectly clear that this was what she wanted. Had it not been, he would never had touched her at all, and she knew it he was sure within her heart. That was simply the kind of man her father was!

He wanted her cries to fill this empty house. He wanted her delights to fill this angry hatred fuelled place with love and to feel cherished once again... to show that he in turn cherished her... to him there was nothing better that he could do for her. Even as he pushed her, tumbling his daughter to the bed once again he smiled as she whispered those simple two words... and yet they were so full of lust that it would have been easy to miss them as well, so soft were they.

Yet he had heard them. His palm pressed, cupping the outer lips of her sex as fingers gently curled, stroking and stoking the fires of her desire even as he heard and felt her novice body reacting, responding to his touches. " That's it... don't hide. There's no hiding any longer." He growled almost angrily though hardly at her... and even as he said that the heel of his palm pressed into the lips, parting them ever so slightly at the top, enough so that the engorged small bundle of nerves that was her clitoris was exposed and gently rubbed.

" I want to hear you..." He purred, his fingers now softly parting the lips of her sex to lewdly stroke her as his lips moved down to her neck... licks and nips gently exciting her body as her father’s head moved south wards, his eyes lifting to keep looking at her as he moved up the smallish yet rounded slope of her breast.

" I want you to moan and beg and cry for me little girl." He purred, and with that final statement he lowered his head and closed his lips over her right nipple and breast, tongue hungrily lashing her hardened peak of flesh, her nipple being assaulted with such sensation as his hand remained so very steady... slowly but surely stoking a raging fire to make it even stronger and better.

Oh yes... Daddy was going to show his little girl just what it was like to be taken by a man... and not a young in-experienced man... but rather a man whom knew what to do to his little girl to make her turn from a novice young woman, into a wanton, needy and desiring slut of a woman, his slut, his woman... his Melody!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Melody needed to blink; her eyes felt stiff and dry, yet she feared missing every look on her father's face. Her sister had said she would see his desire, his want and his need. It would be there reflected in his gaze – a gaze that held hers. She did blink, instincts forced her to. She also took deep breaths, once more her body responding as necessary.

His words seemed to come at her through a fog. His lips formed and she knew instructions slid past his lips, but they were lost to her as she opened her legs and rolled her hips against his fingers. She whimpered when his fingers slowly began to part her pussy lips. Melody had touched herself several times, and had in fact made herself climax, but never had she felt the spark that was igniting deep within her.

His caress toyed and played with her feminine hood, opening it up to expose the hard pearl of her clitoris. She bucked against his hand, blushed and tried to force her hips to still. Her father beckoned her forward with words. Melody responded and joyfully began to slowly hump his fingers and palm.

Her skin was on fire as his words blanketed her skin. When he hovered for a moment on her breast, Melody gripped the sheets beneath her and wanted to scream. He was moving so slow, teasing her, forcing her to wait, drawing out every emotion she had and yet so many she'd never experienced. His tongue, lips, and teeth began their gentle assault on her nipple and breast.

Melody kept one hand on the bedsheets, the other went to his shoulder. She gripped both with steely grasps. “Daddy, please...” Melody didn't know what she was begging for, but she feared the torture she was under would be too much.

 

[TirithIre]

Blake had a very good idea what his little girl was begging for. Unlike herself, he was very well adept at knowing what pleasures the body could bring, and even as she whimpered and begged for him however, it seemed to send a thrill of erotic arousal through his entire groin... his cock pulsing at the lustfully needy sounds that she was making!

Even as he had gently slid the small hood of her clitoris back and she had tried to still her hips, he had to smile. " None of that... let your body do what it should... it knows what it needs." He purred... he found himself feeling so... empowered by handling Melody. With Natalie, it had been more her doing that had brought them together, and while in a way it was the same here... with Blake it truly felt as though he was shaping the course of the relationship a bit more than he otherwise would have!

His fingers never seemed to relent upon the swelling lips of her virginal pussy... and even as he looked to her, his eyes upon her his teeth were gently biting into her flesh, pulling and releasing leaving the swollen nub to pulse with sensation as he turned his head slightly, and attacked the other one the same way!

Even as he did though her thigh hooked over his own anchored her well, whilst allowing her to hump and buck her hips like the needy little one that she was! His own patience drew slightly to an end as his attentions to her breasts moved back and forth, almost gorging on the full and sensitive orbs, even as his fingers drew through her folds, his pinkie and index finger held her lewdly open, his thumb stroking her hard little clit.

Even as he did though she could feel after a few moments the tip of his middle finger press into her tight little hole... he not teasing her, rather instead he smoothly pressed it into her, his calloused finger knowing 'what to do' as it began to fuck her gently, he finger fucking her to full out arousal, though that in itself hardly took long.

He could tell that she needed more though, so even as he broke contact with her breasts, leaving them shining with saliva not to mention humming with sensation, he seemed to waste no time as he moved between her thighs, he kneeling as his finger left her so empty, but not for long. Rather his finger wiped along her thigh, leaving a small trail of her own excitement as his hands caught the back of her knees.

Pushing them up, her hips were lifted, she able to see her own swollen little pussy as her Daddy leaned his head down, and with no teasing of any form his lips and mouth sealed over her tight little virginal cunt and his tongue stabbed into her, he eating her out hungrily... getting his first good taste of his little girl!

With that though he was restricting her movements... his eyes demanded she watch... all the while he seemed to take his hungers out on her, eating her arousal, whilst also demanding even more from her, drowning her in sensation not to mention pleasure! His hands 'slipped', her knees resting in the crook of his elbows as he wrapped his arms around her thighs, and with a heave, she was lifted up right onto his kneeling lap, her ass resting right over his groin, his pulsing hard cock pressing there through his underwear as he ate her... literally, his lips and tongue devoured her as he stared into her eyes, watching his little girl as he would eat her to another orgasm... she'd be all tuckered out by the end of tonight in many different, new, and amazing ways!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The air surrounding her was full of mingling fragrances. There was fragrant aroma of her father’s cologne, mingled with her perfume, the fabric softener of the bedding, and the scents of a house full of previously gourmet foods – all of it hovered in the air. But there was one fragrance, one heady aroma that made Melody’s nostrils flare. She knew it radiated from her - that her body was responding to her father and his ministrations in a way that her masturbating fingers had never done before. The smell wafted up to her and she blushed, the embarrassment of her natural perfume was short lived as his words washed over her.

She bucked softly against his hand and watched in awe as his mouth moved across her breasts and caressed, suckled and massaged each one. Her pussy tightened when he exposed her clit and began to torment the soft button that was hardening into a pebble. She saw his teeth and knew he was going to bite the tip of her breast and when he did, she cried out, “Oh god!”

Her back arched further and all the colors of the rainbow danced across her clenched lids. He paid homage to her tit as she rode out the little wave of sensation that skated through her bosom, and deep into her chest. When he released the button she was able to sigh and drag in much needed air. The relief was short lived as he attacked her other breast and treated it to the same steaming sensation of his mouth blanketing her entire globe.

All the while he continued to tease her pussy. Melody humped his fingers, blushing profusely at her wanton acts, but not knowing how to stop Mother Nature’s untimely rhythm to her father’s taunting fingers. She bounced and swayed, rolled and gyrated as he began to push his finger in and out of her tight channel. She’d played many a times with herself, imagining her father’s digits inside her, his tongue, his dick, but nothing had prepared her for the reality of such an act.

She felt alive and yet felt as if she would die if he did not do more. She opened her eyes and willed him to give her more. She was not a fool. Melody knew about sex, she knew that there was more to this and she wanted – needed – to experience all of it. Before she could beg, plead, or whimper her desire she watched her daddy abandon her breast and make his way down to her pussy with his lips.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh god,” she whispered. Apprehension filled her. What would he think? What would he do? What would happen if he was displeased with her taste, her scent, her arousal? She waited for what seemed like an eternity.

The thrust of his tongue sent her over the edge. She called out again to the maker of Heaven and Earth and grabbed the sheets beneath her in hopes to ride out the wave of lust that was sending shockwaves through her entire being. Her position on the bed was short lived, but the ministrations of her father were not.

She felt the power in his hands as he held her, lifted her up and supped greedily on her pussy, while keeping her safe and secure within his fatherly embrace. She rode his face and tried to maintain eye contact with him as she watched his mouth move across her pussy. He sucked and bit, tongue-fucked and lapped at her mound, covering her with his saliva and her precious nectar. She couldn’t breathe again and wondered if she would die in his arms after all as the threatening wave of release began to build deep within her.

Melody grabbed hold of him and ground her hips into his face, felt his nose buried in her and shuddered violently as cum erupted into his eager mouth. The scream that followed the eruption had to have been heard by the neighbors, but for that brief moment Melody didn’t think nor did she cared. It had happened, and there was no going back. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck Dad… I… oh God. My… oh please, don’t… Daddy!” she cried again as her world shook and her thoughts became nothing more than jumbled words expelled by a quivering mass of tiny flesh.

 

[TirithIre]

Blake was a good man... which was what made this nefarious affair all the more shocking to those whom would have known him. After all, a man so devoted to the upbringing and development of his family in a healthy and happy way... well incest didn't really fit into what would have been considered the 'bucket list' of normality. After all most were disgusted by the thought of a father and daughter coming together as Blake and Melody were now doing. A lifetime of lies, of a wife whom refused to touch him, along with his own inability to bring himself to visit a whore house or pay for something that within his own eyes considered to be a part of being married... well had come around to this.

Her scent filled his senses, the current moment washing away any guilt... but guilt had been washed away from the shores of his conscious mind a long time ago with Melody. He loved his daughters, and if that meant that he was a bad man for 'doing this', well then in Blake's eyes, he was already damned to hell. Her little cries of delight and surprise of pleasure filled the air, chorusing delightfully, and even as he paid homage to the beautiful young female body that lay before him, he would not have stopped the untimely dance of her hips and tight pussy for anything in the world.

Those movements told him of her enjoyment, of her pleasure... and even as he saw her eyes manage to open, prying apart to look at him with such a need, it was that moment that he had descended, his lips tickling her belly, his tongue seeming to draw a path of delight upon her flesh as he descended. He could see the taut line that her body was upon... the way that she was careening towards a cliff of orgasmic bliss.

Even as he looked to her though, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he stabbed her with that pinnacle of pleasure... working her body into that frenzied orgasmic state. Her young wet juices coated his tongue, he gorging upon her pussy even as she came. His tongue had straightened, stabbing into her tight little pussy and working her, his tongue was treated to the tastes of her pussy as he 'made her' erupt upon his tongue... 'Forced her' to explode more and more.

He wrung every second of that orgasm through her, and even as she pleaded incoherantly with him, he did not relent upon her. Even as she began to 'come down', his tongue licked and his mouth sucked, keeping her pleasure high, forcing her beyond anything she had known indeed. He released her thighs, only to pin them wide and splayed with the weight of them. His eyes were upon her as he reached up and roughly squeezed both her breasts, moulding both of her tits with his strong hands, crushing and delighting the pulsing flesh with new sensation.

Yet he did not halt his 'attack'. Rather... he renewed it... working her from one pinnacle of pleasure towards another. He knew that she was young... and that he would claim her soon, but he also knew that right at the edge of oblivion was the best place. Upon the cusp of desire and climax his cock would send her tumbling into the abyss of incestuous pleasure beyond and further than ever before.

Blake loved his daughter... his cock craved her pussy... soon he would be inside her... but first he was going to make her think that he was trying to make her go mad with all that pleasure and delight within her trembling quivering squirming form!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Melody still drew in heavy gulps of air, as her father opened her legs, exposing her swollen drenched sex. The picture he presented was obscene: a naked man, fully aroused and ready to pierce deep the hole of a young woman, a woman just having grazed adulthood. Her pussy was wet and swollen. It was pink and more so than normal because of the vigorous bathing he’d performed on it. His hands were mauling her breasts, but not in a vile way, but a possessive way. She gazed at him, as shivers coursed through her body. Every muscle was trying to come down from the orgasm that had sent her over an edge that she’d never experienced before.

When he positioned her, she knew in her gut he was going to finally drive his cock into her. She tensed, though her sister had told her to “try and relax” – there was no way she could. It was going to be painful, she knew it. There would be little to no blood simply because of her dancer’s body had long ago rid herself of the thin membrane that in days of old would have proclaimed her virginity. She hovered now on the edge of a different cliff – joy and fear. Her body naturally grew very dry, and she knew it, it was as if every part of her was now in sync.

She didn’t have the words to tell her father she wasn’t ready, that she was scared, but words weren’t needed. Instead he had to have sensed it, for he lifted her ass up high, forcing her back to provide the support she needed and began to eat her out again.

Melody wanted to scream; she swallowed the sound, grabbed a pillow that had haphazardly started to slide from the bed. Roughly she gripped it and threw it over her head, only to have it yanked away. She looked to her dad, who threw the pillow across the room, before returning his attention to her mound.

His tongue licked around the lips, driving her crazy. She was stuck where she was, either scream in pleasure or continue to keep the noises locked inside. She thought of her mother, sleeping down the hall; was her mother that much a drunk that she truly couldn’t hear her daughter being fucked in what was once their bedroom? Was the love she had for her mother so little that she didn’t care what her mother thought?

Melody’s mind was chaotic and her father knew that she had gotten caught up in some sort of mental battle, he worked to win it. With one hand he supported her ass, the other traveled swiftly down her body to grip one of her breasts. He kneaded it and pulled the nipple, while dining on her pussy. The sensations were too much for her aroused mind and Melody soon forgot her mother and the noises that she’d been trying to hold back were unleashed on the interior of the room, soaking through the walls and sliding wickedly down the hall.

Her mother, had she been there would have heard her daughter shouting “more”, “yes”, “Oh God” and “Daddy” - - - over and over the words would have penetrated the woman’s ears and most likely left her angry, jealous and very much aroused. How many times had the “woman of the house” gotten off by the sounds coming from her husband’s chambers?

When Melody was about to crash over the precipice of another orgasmic release it was then her father knew that it was time and there would be only sweet, hot, liquid silk to bask in. Melody’s fears had been driven out, replaced once again with the desire to be filled and made whole. Only her father could do it.

 

[TirithIre]

Blake within himself knew that his 'little girl' wasn't quite ready yet. He could tell that above everything, she did fear what was about to happen to her, and that her pleasures had not reached the point as of yet where such a fear could be truly drowned out by her needs and desires. This was why he took his time, and did not simply plunge into her hot depths, despite his own aching craving body. Even though he knew that he wanted her so much... he held back.

After all she was his daughter... his lovely Melody... he did not wish to hurt her, not at all. Rather he knew that she needed more 'preparation' for what was to come. Yet even as she attempted to muffle the sounds of her needs and pleasures by grabbing the wayward pillow, his forceful yanking tore the material from her fingers. He could see the surprise in her eyes as he threw it away.

" I told you my baby girl... I want to hear you." He growled. Even had his 'wife' have been in the house, he would have continued with this course of action. He was tired., Tired of hiding his love for his family. Blake was tired of having to skulk around as though he were a criminal even though truly he was not. Had the bitch that now refused to even remain within the same house as him chosen to be a wife and not a solemn slut or bitch, he would never have been driven to these actions.

This was the reasoning that he gave as he drove his tongue skilfully into her swollen wet core. These were the thoughts that plagued his mind as his nose bumped the small nub that was her clit, sending jolts of pleasure to her. As her cries approached a crescendo though he suddenly stopped, and knelt up on his knees, his eyes looking to her.

Hands slid within the band of his underwear, and pulling it outwards, he eased the fabric downwards, sliding them off, revealing his hard and pulsing cock. The large member was so very thick... he was sure Natalie had told her little sister how much daddy would fill her up when he took her, and she hadn't been exaggerating. Even as the tip quivered in excitement much as he himself shivered in pure un-adultered desire, he tossed the fabric aside, his eyes only on her.

" Here we go beautiful..." He growled, his eyes on her as he moved and placing his one hand beside her head, he loomed over her carefully... his eyes on her as his knees kept her thighs spread, her small virginal slit wet swollen sensitive and ready. " Time to make you a woman Melody." He growled, and with that he guided the tip to her tight hole... she feeling how he angled just right, the blunt spear like tip 'popped' into her, spreading and stretching her as he grunted out, groaning.

" Oh baby..." He groaned, the look of pure pleasure on his face clear and un-hidden as he carefully began to press and slide into her, stretching her anew with each of his eight inch cock. To him, it felt as though he was pressing into the tightest, wettest, and most intense place with his cock, her pussy felt amazing! " Oh yes..." He groaned, his eyes on her.

" that's it baby girl... take that cock." He goaded gently, grinning as he watched her face, soon enough the base of his pelvis bumped against hers... heavy balls gently slapping the curve of her ass as every single inch of her daddy's cock, the cock that had been the cause of her life after all was inside her, pulsing as he panted and groaned softly... he looking to her, making sure that she was all right... though he knew she would be.

She was a strong woman... AND the sweet pleasure he felt was surely amplified for her as she had never felt this before! ” How’s... that Melody... you like... being fucked by your daddy?" He asked with a grin... he looking right into her eyes as he was gently grinding, groaning as he didn't move, only shifted his cock to and fro ever so slightly. After all it was really like preparing a soup… one didn’t let the pleasures stay where they were… the true pleasure of it all came from the fact that the pleasures were always and constantly changing, becoming better and better with each and passing moment!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The sound of his voice was laced with lust, desire and love. Melody recognized those same emotions as the same ones that were flowing thick and heavy through her veins. She whimpered and shuttered as a thrilling sensation of excitement rolled down her spine as her daddy’s words washed over her.

The initial touch of his cock against her slick sex, made her hips jerk forward. Her father steadied her, guiding his cockhead into the tight opening of her pussy. Melody’s gaze was fixed on her dad, and only faltered when she felt him begin to truly fill her up. Her lips parted in surprise and pleasure as he stretched her virgin channel.

The pain of his intruding force was not overwhelming, in fact the discomfort she felt she knew was because her sex had never had anything as thick as her father buried inside her, nor as long. The toys she’d used, simple household items, as well as her fingers were never sent too deep, and their girth had always been slender.

She looked from their joined bodies back to her father’s face. He looked as if he was in Heaven, and she knew it was because he was taking her as his. A sense of pride swept over her. She felt the full length as he finally pushed the last few inches into her deep, constricting channel. A sigh of pleasure, followed by a moan of desire slipped through her lips and caressed the air.

“Oh God,” she whispered as he asked her to “take that cock” and her pussy seemed more than willing to accommodate him. He held himself against her, shifting slightly so his hips would grind against her and her clit would be caressed by the friction their merge had created.

She closed her eyes for a moment and felt complete and whole. Her daddy had taken her, just like he had her older sister, just like he had their mother and now she was his. She didn’t have to share him with her mom; she didn’t have to wait for Natalie to please him --- her daddy was all hers and she was his.

Melody opened her legs wider and brought them up to wrap around his thighs. She lifted her hips, feeding her pussy the lust it craved by grinding against her daddy’s pelvis. Her muscles held him close. She heard her sister remind her about practicing Kegels on his cock. So she did so. Melody began to squeeze his dick with her tight muscles, massaging his rod with her strong clamps, locking him deep inside her. She held the pressure for a few seconds and watched his face for his reaction. She released him, only to repeat the process over and over again.

“I love it daddy,” she answered honestly when he asked “you like being fucked by…daddy”. She smiled back at him and purposely thrust her hips forward, then giggled when the response she got was a look of pleasure that danced across his face.

“I’m all yours daddy. Your little girl. Your good little girl --- that you need to fuck,” she told him, though the last word was spoken in a soft whisper, and her skin already hot and on fire grew warmer from the vulgarity that left her lips. Her breath quickened. “Fuck me, daddy,” she whimpered, again shying away at the word she’d used.