High Flyer

Readers beware that this overall story is primarily an incest story. However, there's very little of that in these few chapters so this is why I am publishing this under mature. Thank you all for reading and for all feedback.

Special thanks to Lily Burroughs for editing these chapters.

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Chapter 6: My Jane?

I woke up naked and alone. Slowly, it began to dawn on me what I had just done. Just for a second I smiled at the crazy night I had experienced but then reason began to raise its ugly head. It had been a mistake. I could not trust anyone, not even Jane, with keeping something like that a secret, especially when I would tell her that it had been a mistake. Her two friends, my daughter, would surely know what had happened by now.

I looked over at the clock and it was 7:30. The girls would still be in the house getting ready for school and I would be late for work. I sat up on the bed pondering all this when Carly came in through the door.

"Oooops!" She exclaimed with her eyes jumping up and down.

I grabbed the bed cover and pulled it over my crotch. "Carly!" was all I managed to say. She laughed.

"Daddy why are you naked?" I had no appropriate answer. She moved around the bed, "We're almost ready. Can you take us to school? You're gonna be late for work though." She was looking around the room. My clothes were spread all over the room and the bed was a mess.

"It'll be fine. I'll take you."

"Ok." She exited the room but not before giving me another curious glance.

I jumped in the shower and threw on the first shirt and pants I found. I rushed out my room just then, realizing the shirt I was wearing was the same Jane had worn the night before. Her reaction to this was the first thing I saw when I came into the kitchen. She hid her laugh and looked away. I didn't find it funny. I felt in a state of alert but I had to do my best not to show it.

"Are you girls ready?" I asked as I saw all three were wearing cheerleader uniforms.

"Yea we're almost ready Daddy. I just need to brush my teeth real quick." All three were sitting at the table but only Natalia and Carly had plates in front of them. Natalia followed Carly, both giving me side looks on their way out of the kitchen.

"Jane!"

"We can talk later." She spoke quietly. "We can't be too careless or they might hear something."

"Don't you think they..."

"No. They think I slept in Carly's room like we talked about it. They just think it's funny that they left us alone again because I have a crush on you. They know nothing, I promise."

"Okay." I felt some relief. "We'll talk later then, Jane. What happened... I better... we'll talk later."

She stood up and picked up her friend's plates from the table. Then she walked up to me and said, "Pick me up after school at Lincoln St. It's really close to the school but it will be safe there."

"Okay." I thought she wanted to kiss me there but I had to dismiss it. I had to act properly. I looked away.

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The events of the previous night should have taken the edge off of my recent improper thoughts and desires. At the very least that should be a positive outcome. So much had been building up in me and letting so much of it out had been needed. But I wasn't counting on having three cheerleaders in my car this morning.

As usual, Natalia and Jane in the back, only Natalia took a little longer getting in after Jane and leaned over in the open door. She was wearing blue panties. That wasn't the right way to start the trip. It only set me off into the wrong mentality when sitting next to Carly, my own daughter, she spread her legs and had her skirt creep up on her lap.

On the ride there I kept glancing over at her legs but I said not a word the entire way. Natalia and Jane exited the car but Carly turned to me before leaving.

"Thank you, Daddy." She leaned over and found my mouth. I kissed her back. Her supporting hand landed over my pants and on my shaft. Her palm curved in its shape but she continued kissing me and I couldn't stop her.

As soon as she parted her lips away from mine, I removed her hand, embarrassment hitting me rapidly.

"Is that your penis Daddy?" I turned to her. I felt so surprised by her words. She was looking down at the shape in my pants.

"Carly, don't be inappropriate."

"They told us at school that penises get hard when they feel good."

"Please stop it!" I said with rising anger.

She ignored it. "Did that happen because of the kiss?"

"No, it didn't Carly. It's very inappropriate for a daughter to ask such questions to her father."

She giggled. Just giggled. "Don't get mad, Daddy. It makes me happy that you like my kisses. I don't understand what is wrong with that." Her sweet tone calmed me down. The father in me spoke softly.

"Honey, it's not about that. Don't tell anyone about this happening... this, this thing with my penis is just an accident. Something that happens and it has nothing to do with a little kiss okay. Just forget about it."

"Okay." She smiled, "Wish me luck in cheerleading practice!"

"Of course. Good luck honey," I replied. She exited the car and ran to catch up with her friends.

Things hadn't changed much after all.

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I was there again at 3 PM.

Why had I agreed to this?

High schoolers and parents passed by and I did my best to keep a low profile inside my car.

Can you feel more like a pervert when the cheerleader you were waiting for shows up walking towards your car and she's got a backpack strapped to her back?

Her uniform was white and blue; a two-piece uniform, the mini skirt and her crop top. There was this space between the two pieces of clothing that showed her tight core. For some reason I kept my eyes on this as she approached the car. I found it sexy how tight and strong it was while at the same time it curved ever so sensually.

She threw the backpack in the back of the car and then got in on the passenger seat.

"Hello!" She said fixing her hair and sitting there so ladylike.

"Hello Jane," I responded. I had thought of so many things to say throughout my day and yet I started driving with no much coming out of my mind.

"Did you have to leave work early?"

"Yeah, but it's not an issue."

"I hope not. I don't want you to get in trouble on my account." She smiled and it made me laugh for a second.

"Don't worry about that Jane."

"How was work?"

"Well, to be honest, I didn't get much done" I wasn't expecting to feel so at ease so suddenly.

"I can imagine. I was very distracted today, too."

"Jane, about that..."

"I had a great time last night Mr. Hanson."

"Yes... I had a great time too." I found a park and pulled over into the parking lot away from anybody.

"Then don't tell me it was a mistake Mr. Hanson."

"Jane... it wasn't right for me to take advantage of..."

"You didn't take advantage of me. I really wanted to as much, if not more than you did."

"That's not the point Jane..."

"Besides, we already talked about this Mr. Hanson. If you really don't want to see me again then I won't stop you. I meant it. But I think we can make this work. I know you want me even if you don't love me yet."

"Jane, you have so much ahead of you. I don't want you to waste your life with an old man like me, much less with the consequences of something like this."

"Waste my life? Mr. Hanson, you're really well off, drive a better car than anybody I know, you're single, handsome, and a mature man. I know you're a good person and you've always made me laugh. I like all of this..." She put her hand on my chest and moved it around my torso, finally falling onto my crotch.

I looked down at her, seeing her pretty face and her thin exposed legs.

"You're not old," she continued. "I don't want to hear you say that I would be wasting my life with you because it's not true. I will still go to college and do so many things. I'll just be doing it all with you."

"Jane, do you really think that?" I kissed her soft lips. She nodded. "It's a nice fantasy Jane, but there's so much more to it."

"It doesn't have to be Mr. Hanson. You can trust me. For now, we can keep this a secret."

Something about her words, and the fact that she undid my belt and pants, I found very persuasive.

"Now, I've been thinking about you all day and I need some relief." My cock sprung out happy as it could be like there was nothing wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Jane..." She kissed me shut. Her lips were so soft.

"Have you ever done it with a cheerleader?" she said when she broke the kiss for a second.

Fuck me!

"I have not," I whispered.

"You know, I'm very unexperienced Mr. Hanson but I looked up 'stuff' on the internet and I don't think there could be a better cock." Her petite hand was holding the base of my cock as far around it as it could, which wasn't much with her size of her hands. She stared at it with wide eyes. She turned to me and whispered, "It makes me so wet just to look at it," before dropping her head down in my crotch.

I looked outside alert that someone might be watching. The park was empty except for a few people far away on the other side of the parking lot. She touched the head with a finger, her tongue immediately followed. Her mouth opened wide and she began to cover more and more while her tongue awkwardly kept bumping into my head. It was unbelievable. Her mouth would cover my cock, though not much of it, then she would retreat. All I could see was her blonde hair. I moved it out of the way, collecting it in one of my hands.

She rose, her mouth had some shine below the lip. She asked "Am I doing this right?"

"Right? You're doing amazing."

"You sure?"

"Yes... be more confident that all." She brought her legs over the seat, her knees tucked in, and went back down.

"It's like a lollipop, right?" She laughed before her mouth covered my cock again.

"Yeah... I suppose it is." I responded, well aware of my moany tone of voice. She began to lick my shaft with long extended licks, her wet soft tongue running up my cock.

"Oh my god!" I said and she giggled. Then she brought it inside her mouth again, this time more determined than before.

She didn't reach far below my head but this was enough. She didn't shy away and indeed, my cock was her lollipop. Her tongue now moved around against my head while her mouth began to suck. Her head moved up and down only a tad.

I glanced around the car now a bit more carelessly. It was hard to concentrate on anything else other than helping her out by holding her hair out of the way. The people in the park with us were still very far away while I looked over the passenger window. Right below the window was Jane's butt. Her skirt covered everything from my point of view. Yet, her butt created this rise and fall with her naked after her lower back.

I grabbed her ass over the skirt at first but then flipped the skirt over. Her mouth stopped for a second and turned sideways. She saw me, smiled, and returned to work. The perfect view would be if I was behind her but my current place wasn't far off. She was wearing sky blue panties and two precious round mounds I caressed over and over again.

I had always been an ass man. I remembered Carly's mother in that respect. And yet, the comparatively small one in here was of perfect shape and feel. I could ask for nothing better. Besides, the bigger the ass, the softer it is in most cases. Jane's had such firmness I had never felt in my hand before. I didn't want her mouth to stop but I also wanted to give back. I reached over her ass until I found her pussy over her panties. I started massaging it softly.

We kept at this for a bit and her panties started getting very wet. She stopped sucking.

"I think I'm more than ready." Her makeup was minimal and her natural beauty in the daylight was in full display.

"Ready for?"

"I don't have much time today Mr. Hanson. I need to study for a test tomorrow." Then she began to crawl between the seats over to the back.

"Ooooh!" She cried when I slapped her naked ass in the process. I took a deep breath looking at the rear-view mirror and asked myself

What am I doing?

I got out of the car and looked around at the empty surroundings before getting into the back seat. Without giving it a thought, I told her, "Don't take it off." She was removing her skirt but stopped and pulled it back up to her hips.

I sat next to her watching her. She removed her panties. "You could lose your job Mr. Hanson but have you ever fucked a cheerleader before?"

My cock was already out as she climbed onto my lap. I liked her little cheerleader outfit and it was no obstacle for my cock to find her pussy.

"I like you, Jane," I told her then. Her pussy opened up to me while her juices dripped down my cock. I caressed her legs and looked directly in her eyes. Her face showed the struggle of taking my cock but also the pleasure in it.

"I like you too, Mr. Hanson." She came, I could feel it in her body and her trembling pussy, just as I was entering her.

"Call me John."

This made her happy. We kissed. I could feel her sweat in the hot car and my cock sliding yet deeper inside her. She started moaning into my mouth until she could kiss me no more. I kept her mouth occupied as best I could though. We could be caught with how loud she was. Then when I got going, the whole car moved with us. Too late to stop now.

Her pussy stretched to the exact thickness of my cock and I still couldn't believe her tight little pussy could take me. There was no need to change. We fucked like this, faster and faster and I lost myself into her. I held her skinny torso, the thinnest part of her frame, as I came inside of her. She came again simultaneously and buried her nails into my back. I felt it all. My cock remained inside her as we recovered.

Oh, Jane, my angel with the softest skin and the weight of a feather.

It was almost comical how light she felt on top of me.

"So, what do you say John?" She whispered into my ear. My eyes were closed, my left arm was around her and my right hand held her left thigh.

"I think, Jane, we'll have to make it work." We kissed again for a bit and my cock began to stir.

"I really need to study," she said softly. I laughed and we separated, fixing ourselves for the humiliating walk to the front seats.

I drove her to her home, asking her about school and her plans unrelated to us. I felt clear headed and yet no guilt over what I had just done. She was an interesting girl, she had always been. She took her schooling seriously and I admired this.

I stopped a couple of blocks away, a fact reminding me that not everything in the world was okay, but she fixed the awkward moment.

"Oh, I almost forgot." She reached out to the back seats and found her panties. We laughed. She moved to put them on but decided otherwise, "Here, if you have any desires down there, I want you to think of me and use this." She gave me her panties. I drove home with them resting on my crotch and a smile hard-planted on my face.

"We must make it work." I said to myself.

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Chapter 7: Sweet and Naughty

"I'll meet you there." She texted me.

It was Friday and I hadn't seen Jane in three days. I needed to see her. Carly had told me the night before about her soccer game outside of town. The high school team would be leaving at noon and wouldn't be back until after seven. This presented a rare opportunity in which I could spend time with Jane at home. I felt a powerful need to have her whenever I saw her and she seemed to feel the same way. A few days had passed and I know things can't always be like this.

At least away from her, I had been able to reflect on our new relationship.

And if I was serious about her, I knew that we needed something more solid other than having sex every time we met. We've had that only for brief moments so today I wanted to spend a sex-free day with her. I would stop at the grocery store, buy a few things, and cook for us.

There should be enough time before Carly came home.

Our time apart after the first had only filled me with doubts. Now it was having the opposite effect.

We had been texting and getting to know each other better. I had to remind myself how much older I was because I didn't feel it when we texted. It was refreshing. I hadn't felt like that in so many years. Not only was Jane beautiful and smart but she was a new beginning for me. So, I began to change my mind about her age. After all, we won't be the first couple in history with a thirty-year gap. Well, 27...

Given enough time, we would be able to be open to the world about our relationship and there would be nothing wrong with that. We just needed the right time to tell the world.

Nothing wrong with that, if only we wait.

Then this relationship could also mean my salvation from doing something I'd regret. This very morning, Carly had kissed me in the car while I was dropping her off at school. Her hand now had a habit of resting on my crotch as she did. This made it stir. Her hand resting on it was enough for me to know it was wrong to kiss her like that.

She still believes that my dick getting hard meant I enjoyed her kisses and I'm afraid she is not wrong. This is a problem.

Last night, I was watching the game in the living room when Carly showed up looking at her phone. Absentmindedly, she proceeded to lie down on the floor in front of me. Her elbows supported her as she scrolled through her phone. The problem was that she was only wearing a blouse and panties. Half of her ass cheeks weren't covered by the panties and I kept losing my focus on the game. I kept looking down.

I texted Jane at that moment. She was my salvation and as embarrassing as it should be, I miraculously felt safe telling her. I told her I was hard and having that same reaction with Carly so "exposed." I don't know how I felt safe admitting this to her.

She listened and suggested a solution. I found her panties in my room and masturbated with them while she spoke to me on the phone. She had to whisper it so her parents wouldn't hear.

It worked. Her panties made me think of my Jane if the voice wasn't enough.

Jane was my redemption.

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I arrived to a deserted driveway. After picking up the groceries, I had texted Jane but she didn't respond. Her last text was just twenty minutes earlier and said she was on her way to my house.

I was hoping I'd see her at my front door but she wasn't there and I began to worry. I grabbed my car keys and went. I opened the front door. Before stepping in I took a last look at the outside. It was a sunny and quiet day. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and no sign of any neighbors. I wondered if they knew. I wondered and feared that they did. I went inside the house.

Now all of these thoughts came to me. It seemed so easy for people to find out about my relationship with Jane. She was eighteen but I knew people would not take it well. It wasn't just about the people I knew. It would be a scandal and I could lose not just my job but my whole life as I knew it. It would be so easy for all to fall apart. I decided to drop off the groceries and head out for a drive to search for my Jane.

I pictured Jane walking down the street, a neighbor watching her with perverted eyes but then that neighbor would say, "Oh, she's going to the Hanson's. Mr. Hanson is home. Look, his car is there." Suspicions would arise. People are nothing if not nosey or however you want to put it. It wouldn't be difficult for them to imagine things and start nosing around and spying, which is why I needed to talk and spend time with Jane today in the first place.