Editor's note: this work contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"I've got a fever, so..." she whisper grinned to me as her eyes lit up when her manager left the room after their pre-show meeting. In an instant she had the door locked and was straddling me.
With my hand on her forehead, I knew what she wanted, it was time. We had pillow talked about it, flirted with the idea, but it was still surreal to actually be considering it.
Well, it's hard to describe anything as surreal in the light of our current "arrangement", but her plan now was a huge step in the direction of risk. But I guess that's part of why she wanted it.
She left everything up to me, "surprise me, daddy" was the only follow up to her confessing her latest desire. It was impossible for me to say no to her, especially when she had those long legs wrapped around me.
It took a little manuevering with her staff and security, but I already had a plan in place and ready to go for her before she could remind me. Some of them definitely knew what was up, or if not they for sure suspected it.
I had been waiting for the story to leak and blow up our lives, but time went on and on and so far it hadn't happened, so I guess her staff must really be loyal. Or at least they know which side of their bread is buttered.
After her show, she quickly showered and burst into my tiny green room. The perks of being family, it was pretty nice to have my own space. On hotel nights, I didn't have that luxury, not that I'm complaining.
Without a word, I started undressing her. She got the picture quickly and facilitated, then started posing for me as each piece came off.
We slowed down as she allowed me to put my hands all over her. I mentally pinch myself again and again as I count my lucky stars. I am so proud of my daughter and her accomplishments, her drive, her fire. But, simultaneously, I am a man standing in front of a bewitching vision of a woman, a woman with a burning void waiting to be filled, and we both know I am the man who will fill it, over and over again.
With one last tweak of her sensitive nipples, I pause our play and lift the sundress I have chosen for her over her head. Black, with red hearts printed. Her rosy cheeks disappear and reappear as I lower it, she is sans makeup, but still very recognizable. Her smile is giddy as I blindfold her with a bandana, and I cant stop myself from kissing her long and deep.
I had her security get us a nondescript car for the short trip. They insisted on following us in another car, but I convinced them to keep a few blocks distance by taking one of their radios with me.
It was a college town show, so the nearest sex shop wasn't too far. I parked right outside and grabbed my daughter's thigh.
"I will be just one moment, baby, no peeking." I explained as her hand gripped over mine.
"I wouldn't dream of it..." she purred as she pulled my hand up into her warmth.
I took a moment to feel her bare skin under the dress while I checked the mirrors for anyone on the street who might notice her. I still felt an instinctual pang of worry that she wasn't wearing panties in public, but the complicated feelings really only made things hotter for us.
I had scouted the small two room store earlier in the day when there were a few employees, but now there just appeared to be one. A cute, short, blonde girl - perfect.
"Hi, we close in about 5 minutes, but if you know what you're looking for I can definitely still-" she started as I walked in, but I held up a finger to pause her.
"Hello - Angel," I leaned in slightly and read from her name tag, "I was in here earlier and I am interested in spending some money in the back."
I motioned to the back room with all the toys as I pulled my fat wallet out of my pocket and set it on the counter.
"The thing is, I have someone famous in the car who wants to come pick some things out, but she's a little camera shy. Are there cameras in the back room too, or just the one out here with the register?" I gently explained.
"Uh, I..." she stalled.
"I will go and get her, and if you're open to it we'd just like a few moments to shop privately," I pressed as I fanned out a few hundreds on the counter, "and of course we will be happy to tip you for your time as well."
I turned to gather my daughter without giving Angel time to respond.
As I opened the passenger door for her, I reached in to caress her cheek and turn her to me. She leaned in instinctively and kissed me as I unbuckled her and took her hand. They say blood relation means better harmony, we've only played a little music together but I can say for sure that we intensely resonate with each other in other ways.
We moved slowly across the darkened sidewalk and into the sex shop as I guided her with a hand at her waist.
Angel had come around in front of the counter now, to get a better look.
"Is that-" she started, staring at my daughter's face and the blindfold.
"Yes," I steered us, as I requestioned her "so there are no cameras in the back?"
I felt a tremble through my daughter's dress and I reached up to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance.
"No, so uh, I have to..." Angel started again, leaving me another opening. She was making it so easy.
"If you dont mind switching the sign and locking up, we would appreciate your help back here, thanks." I outlined for her as I wove my daughter through the racks of cheap lingerie and novelty items, through the bead curtain and into the back room.
The room was a small black cube with toys lining the shelves on the walls, and a carpeted counter for an employee to stand behind.
I parked my daughter at the counter and glanced through our options. I narrowed in on a metallic vibrating butt plug and set it down in front of her. Her hands at her sides, she had yet to reach for her blindfold. I was so proud of her.
Angel entered the room behind us as I gently grabbed my daughter by the back of her neck and pushed forward, bending her over the counter.
As she came around us into the room I tugged the blindfold down, and they turned to see each other.
"Oh, she's cuuuuute..." my daughter drawled out, her cheeks already red with anticipation.
"Hello Ms. Lipa," Angel started formally.
"Just Dua is good, love," she corrected, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. I felt her thighs tense up as she backed into me.
"We're interested in this," I reached past her and picked up the toy, "how does it work?"
My daughter turned back to look at me and grinned, picking up the game immediately.
"Well, that is a butt plug, and this model is one that vibrates for added stimulation," Angel clinically explained.
"Have you ever used one?" Dua pressed with a flirty tone.
"I, uhm-" Angel gulped as Dua stared her down.
"I'm looking for some pointers," Dua continued, not letting the moment drop.
"Okay... if someone was new to anal play they would need some warming up, but regardless, lube would need to be involved." Angel slowly explained as they maintained eye contact with each other.
"I prefer spit," Dua challenged her with that last word, and I took it as my cue.
Leaning forward, I pressed myself into her with one hand on her hip, the other hand bringing the toy around and offering it to my daughter's lips.
She leaned forward to suck on it, leaving both arms planted on the counter. I could see her seductively work up her spit and coat the butt plug in it as she fully explored it with her tongue.
A spit trail hung from the toy to her lip as I pulled it away, and she giggled as she locked eyes again with Angel.
I reluctantly backed up slightly and bunched up her dress at her waist, while i positioned the toy at her hole with my other hand.
I wish I could have seen her face as I started to apply pressure, twisting slightly as it entered her. She sucked in a tiny surprised gasp despite clearly knowing what was coming.
"Oh fuck, Daddy..." she melted slightly as I kept up the slight pressure, drawing out the insertion. Her shoulders drooped but she kept her forearms planted on the counter.
I was close to bottoming it out so I relented and kept up the turning as I drew it in and out slightly. I wanted to up the ante.
"Angel, I think we didn't apply enough lube, can you help guide us?" I prompted.
"Uh, yes, I would recommend..." She started to turn toward a shelf of bottles.
"No, please, just spit," Dua corrected her before I could. I again was jealous at Angel's view of my daughter's face.
"I don't know..." Angel started before I cut her off.
"Oh, I forgot my wallet out on the counter, I'll go grab it as soon as we're done here," I reminded her. She looked up at me but hadn't moved.
"Can you come around here and apply some more? I don't want to lose progress," I continued.
"Please," Dua begged sweetly, reaching out and grabbing her hand as she did so.
The few steps it took for her to come around and witness the metallic toy disappearing into my daughter's ass seemed to take forever, but she wasn't protesting.
"Are you s-" she started before getting cut off again.
"Pleaseee..." Dua begged more urgently this time.
Angel turned to look at her, then up to me, then bent forward slightly as she let a long bead of spit escape her lips.
As soon as it made contact I forced the toy up to the hilt into Dua's ass and flipped the vibrator switch on at the same time.
"OH," she jolted and reached out for Angel's hand again, pulling her back around where she could see her.
"Good girl, Daddy is very proud of you," I moved my hands up to rub her back and waist lovingly as she adjusted to the feeling of the toy in her hole.
I noticed Angel looking back and forth between Dua's face and mine.
"Dad, please," Dua complained through moans, "this is too much, I need to cum."
My hand was on my zipper before Angel started to speak again.
