Andreas Graduation Present

Andrea Ariel Vasquez, or Andie as she liked to be called, sat on the couch in her graduation gown. Her dad sat next to her as she flipped slowly through the photo album as they had done so many times before. Her mom had put it together for them, less than a year before she passed away, and that made it kind of an heirloom, kind of a relic, kind of a reminder of what had been. The pages documented the life and love of Martina Vasquez from her teenage years to just before her all too soon passing, a final gift to her family.

Bryan and Martina had fallen for each other young. Andie was the result of their backseat gymnastic marathons, and they were married right out of high school. Martina was a petite light skinned beauty of Cuban heritage; she had an easy elegance that just made people comfortable around her. She'd been fairly successful as a real estate agent, and Bryan had worked construction for a local contractor until he'd struck out on his own.

The diagnosis had come as a surprise in the middle of Andie's freshman year in high school. Her mom had passed out and fallen while showing a house. They'd taken her to the emergency room to get checked out. There were blood tests and biopsies, and a couple of weeks later a meeting with an Oncologist. Stage 3 ovarian cancer...spreading fast.

The treatments had been aggressive and harsh, and Martina had done her best to fight. It was the Summer after Andie's sophomore year when Martina had had to go to hospice. Almost a week to the day, and she was gone.

Andie cried for days after the funeral. Her dad had just seemed shell shocked and going through the motions. Filling out the paperwork, settling the medical bills and funeral expenses, had exhausted them both, physically, emotionally, and financially. Dealing with Mom's things had been something that neither of them could contemplate so they just left things as is.

Now, in just a few hours Andie would walk across the stage and get her high school diploma. It seemed almost surreal that her mom wasn't going to be there for this. Andie knew her dad felt exactly the same way. But it was a proud moment, nonetheless, for both of them.

Between the chemo, the radiation, surgeries, and palliative care. Bryan was going to be digging them out of a financial hole for the foreseeable future. Although it pained him to admit it, college was not going to be in the cards for Andie. At least not for a while, but he wanted to give her some kind of reward for all her hard work.

He was trying to figure something out when one of his clients, called mentioning that he had several camp cabins on a lake in Maine, and that one of them needed some serious renovation. Having been familiar with what the little family had gone through, he told them they could use the cabin while renovating it, and to take all Summer as there were no plans to rent it again until it was back up to snuff. It wasn't much of a graduation gift in Bryan's mind, but it was the best he could manage, and Andie seemed sincerely delighted by it.

Bryan gratefully took the job, and within a week they were driving his truck up to start work. Bryan looked over at Andie. Her mom had been 5 foot 2 on a good day, Andie was maybe a couple inches taller, and her skin tone was a couple shades darker, long black hair and chestnut eyes. She had inherited her mom's penchant for swimming and soccer, having been varsity for both. A little more full-figured than Martina, but there was more than a close resemblance between them.

Andie was excited. The prospect of having a Summer of sunning and swimming appealed to her athletic sensibilities, but the chance to spend time with her dad was oddly appealing, as well. Just a few months beyond her 18

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birthday, she'd called it quits with her boyfriend Sam. He'd be off to college in the fall, and things had gotten rather boring with him, anyway.

Sam had popped her cherry, and they'd had sex several times afterwards, but to be honest, it wasn't what she was expecting. It was fine and all, but she felt like something was missing from the experience. She just didn't know with any specificity what that something was.

Andie stood thigh deep in the water, taking an elastic and gathering her long hair into a ponytail, she looked back at the cottage where her dad was on a stepladder working on some trim boards. Dressed in work boots, khaki shorts, and his tool belt. Andie watched him, the muscles of his tanned back and arms flexing as he prized the old half rotted board free with a hammer and prybar.

Andie grinned to herself. He was what... 37 years old, and had that construction worker's hard body. She could see why her mom had fallen for him. Even just working like that his movements had a precise economy to them that was easy on the eyes.

She dove into the cold lakewater and swam out to the float, hauling herself up the swim ladder and sitting down on the edge, her feet dangling in the water. She looked back at the small cluster of empty cottages listening to the birds chirping in the trees that surrounded the lake. It really was peaceful.

After she'd sunned for a while she dove back in and swam back to the shore. Needing more sunscreen she walked over to where Bryan was working and asked him to get her back.

"Hey! You'd better put some shoes on, there may be a few stray nails out here and I haven't run the magnet around yet." He admonished.

"Oh. Right. Sorry. I'll stay here. I just need you to get my back." She replied.

"Be right there, kitten." Bryan said.

There was something in the way he was with her. She noticed it in the way he spoke to her. Felt it in the care he took rubbing the sunscreen into her skin with his work hardened hands. Still so incredibly gentle that it sent little shivers through her just thinking about it.

"There you go, kiddo." He said, handing the sunscreen bottle back to her. "What's next on your agenda?"

"I'm going to get the beach blanket and set it up down there." She said, pointing to the lakeside beach.

Bryan nodded. He couldn't help but notice the sway of her firm breasts as she pointed out the spot she'd picked. He squinted a couple of times as if the sun was in his eyes, feeling a trickle of sweat run down his back. Man, she really was growing up. He made the sign of the cross as he turned to head back up the lawn to the ladder.

Andie's eyes followed her dad, noting the firmness in his gait and how tight his ass was as he climbed back up the ladder. She thought about Sam. There was a certain soft boyishness to the way he did things that kind of pervaded his speech, and mannerisms. In contrast, her dad had a certain self-assurance that she couldn't help but appreciate. It was...sexy, she had to admit. Manly.

She retrieved the blanket from the house and walked down to the shore, spreading it near the water's edge. She lay down and closed her eyes enjoying the warmth of the rays on her skin. Her thoughts kept drawing comparisons between Sam and her dad. She found herself thinking about her mom, falling in love with him, and what that must have been like for her. She imagined her mom and dad in bed together, her delicate hands tracing his washboard abs. So sweet. So lucky.

Bryan pulled in, back from the lumber yard with a load of roofing shingles. He'd asked Andie to help him get a couple squares up on the roof and she was waiting dutifully for him, ready to go. She wore a sleeveless t-shirt with a plunging neckline, no bra, and an old pair of bluejeans. The outline of her pert nipples was unmistakable, and Bryan found himself blinking once again.

Bryan set the ladder up such that with a little effort Andie could push a package of shingles at a time up to where Bryan could grab them and set them on the roof. Every time he'd look down, he was greeted by a tantalizing view of his daughter's considerable cleavage. She looked innocently up the ladder at him, noting him trying to avert his gaze as quickly as he could, but also noting how with each successive package his eyes would linger just a fraction of a second longer.

She smiled up at him as the last package was exchanged.

"Thanks, kitten." He croaked.

"I'm going to get changed and go for a swim, Dad. Maybe you could come join me?" she asked brightly.

"Too much to do here, yet. Maybe later." He replied after a few moments' hesitation.

She could feel his eyes follow her as she walked sexily back into the house. This teasing was just too much fun. But she should probably stop, she told herself, grinning impishly.

It was strange, but the more she thought about her mom, the more she wanted to tease her dad. She loved the tension and how it made her feel, physically. Sexy. The stronger the reaction she thought she could get, the farther she found herself pushing the boundaries.

That night a front moved through producing wild thunderstorms. It was late and Bryan was drifting off to sleep despite the fireworks going off outside and the crack of thunder rolling though the dank air. Andie, dressed in a satin teddy that had belonged to her mom, suddenly appeared at the doorway and sliding into bed cuddled up against him. Sheets of rain hit the house in a staccato cacophony as she wrapped her arms around his arm.

"I'm scared, daddy. Let me sleep here, okay?" She whimpered. How could he say no?.

Morning found them tangled like a Chinese jigsaw puzzled. He could feel her firm breasts pressed against him and tried to figure a way to extricate himself without waking her up. He was hard as a rock. Painfully hard. The head of his cock poking at the waistband of his boxers.

Andie stirred and yawned. "Thanks daddy. That was a pretty wild storm."

"I'll make us some breakfast." Bryan replied.

Suddenly aware of his tented boxers she gasped "Did I do that to you?"

Bryan tried to stutter a reply, but no words came to mind other than a silent yes.

"Wow, dad." Andie said in a low feral voice, her eyes glued to his erection. She felt a tingling between her supple thighs that made her want to touch down there.

Bryan shook it off and headed to the bathroom. He'd just intended on grabbing a quick shower, but he kept picturing Andie in the teddy he'd given Martina a month or so ahead of their first anniversary. It had been one of her favorites. Casual but sexy at the same time. Andie looked gorgeous in it, he had to admit.

Without thinking about it he had started jerking his still hard cock. He felt conflicted that he was jerking off while picturing his daughter's naked body, but when his orgasm hit, it was a doozy. It had literally been years since he felt another human body next to his, and he was suddenly painfully aware of that fact.

Andie looked at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. More to the point, Bryan had obviously liked what he saw. She had been enjoying the teasing, but what had just happened was a bit of a game changer. She thought about Sam's cock, which was the only one she'd really had any actual physical experience with. It was fine, but honestly, there was no comparison to make. The bulge in dad's boxers was fierce.

She couldn't stop thinking that she'd made him hard. She thought about it. They'd always been close, and when mom got sick, it brought them even closer. But there was a certain innocence about their relationship. He was always so gentle and serious when it came to her. She found it puzzling that she craved his rougher side too now. It didn't make sense, yet she couldn't deny that it was something she very much wanted to know.

She knew that he knew that she was wearing more and more of mom's things. She could see the recognition in his eyes when she'd wear one of her blouses, or a pair of earrings. At first, she did it as a remembrance of her mom. Lately, though she'd notice the way her dad's eyes would soften when he saw her in something of hers. He never spoke out loud about it. He didn't really have to.

About a week had gone by since the thunderstorm incident. Things were nominally back to normal, but there was a tension present in the space between them that hadn't been there before. It was on a cool clear night that she'd crawled into bed with him. Without fanfare, or discussion she just pulled back the covers and spooned up against him. It felt good. He didn't protest although he felt tense to her at first, but after a while they both relaxed and fell asleep.

This became their new normal. They'd sleep. He'd wake up hard and go into the bathroom. She'd listen to him rubbing one out, while she made herself cum to the fantasy of it in her mind's eye. It was becoming clearer to them both, what she wanted. And it was becoming clearer as well that his resistance to giving it to her was waning a little more every day.

Bryan knew the feeling was profane, but the sensation of her body against his in bed each night was absurdly pleasant. Waking each morning, hard as a rock, was something he tried to dismiss as just a physical reaction, not a romantic one. The truth, though, he had to admit, lay somewhere in between and it definitely was proving to be a moving target.

It was an overcast Saturday morning when he'd woken up with her hand on his bulging cock. She was still asleep, but he could feel her delicate hand on his boxers, cupped atop his erect member. He'd need to get up soon, but for the moment he just let it ride.

That decision proved to be a poor one, as she woke up a minute or so later, delighted with the sensation of her dad's hard cock against her hand. Without a moment's hesitation she kissed his cheek as she slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers and wrapped it around his shaft.

She could feel a shiver go through him as she slowly stroked him. A soft moan escaped his lips. She stroked him again, lovingly, then pushed his boxers down to his knees. Now she could see it. Her dad's fierce cock, hard and magnificent in her little hand. She stroked it again admiring how it flexed when she'd reach the base. It was perfect in every aspect she could think of.

She picked up the pace a little at a time, feeling his reluctance melt away as his hand found her shoulder, then her hair, which he stroked gently. A drop of precum oozed from the tip of his cock, and Andie leaned in to taste it with her tongue. Hesitating slightly to get in time with her hand as she finished another stroke, she lowered her mouth onto him and felt his cock twitch against her cheeks as she sucked and licked him and listened for the moans and gasps telling her that she was doing it right.

She couldn't believe it. She was sucking her dad's fierce cock, and he was letting her get away with it. He smelled and tasted salty and manly, and she was savoring him like a rare delicacy.

Bryan needed to put a stop to it, but once her mouth was on him, he felt his willpower melt away. Her pretty mouth felt so much better than his rough hand. He told himself he'd make her stop...soon. As it turned out, soon came when he did. He felt it well up from the base of his shaft to the tip in the most explosive orgasm he'd had since before Martina had gotten sick.

Andie gulped all of her daddy's cum as his cock pulsed in her mouth over and over again. She gurgled in delight, determined to get every drop. Milking him and squeezing him until she was sure none was left.

"Thanks, daddy. I've wanted to do that for a while now." She beamed.

"Andie, I... I..." Bryan tried to think of something fatherly to say. "We probably shouldn't do that again." He finally landed on.

Andie pouted but remained silent. She was resolute in her determination that this would not be a one-time thing. In fact, when Bryan awoke the next morning, she was already busily sucking his cock hard.

"Andieeee..." He'd managed before he started shooting his load in her mouth. She'd thought that was so cute. She simply loved making him cum, and despite, or maybe even because of his protests she was fast in making it into a habit.

Bryan, to his credit, tried to resist her. He felt guilty, aware of the moral transgressions that were quickly becoming daily needs for the both of them. It couldn't be right. It couldn't be sustainable. Yet it seemed like they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

For Andie, her dad's determination to do the right thing just sparked her lust for him even more. The morning blowjobs had evolved into reciprocal oral sex, making out like kids each and every spare moment. She craved his hands on her tits, his mouth on hers or better yet between her legs. He was opening so many new avenues. She couldn't get enough of him.

Every time a line was crossed Bryan would tell himself it was a hard limit. But in the heat of the moment there wasn't any line he wouldn't cross if it meant making her happy.

It was another perfect evening by the lake. Bryan had worked extra hard finishing the plumbing in the bathroom. He was contemplating bed when Andie walked in. Although she'd taken to walking around nude most of the time lately, she wasn't now. Somehow, scantily clad she seemed even more the seductress.

In the pale light of the setting sun, he saw her before him in the same lace nighty that Martina had worn on their wedding night. She was drop dead gorgeous and he felt himself getting a little misty as she curled up in his lap and leaned in to kiss him.

"How did you....?" Bryan asked.

"Mommy told me. She went through most of her things with me and told me stories about the most precious ones. She said it was important that I knew, but I don't think either of us imagined that this would be why." She kissed him again, harder. "She said that after she was gone, that I should take care of you." She shifted slightly to straddle him. She was incredibly wet.

Bryan could feel the head of his cock slipping inside his daughter's steaming wetness. She was tight, but she was relentless. Her breathing was sharp and shallow as she worked down his length until she had all of him captured inside of her. Martina's nightgown looked angelic on her. Andie's kisses, like sweet confections. Bryan was amazed at how natural it all felt.

Andie moaned that it felt so good. Her dad's cock was so much better than Sam's had been. Her pussy was stretching, adjusting, on fire with pleasure. She looked lovingly into his dark eyes as she slowly rode him, each stroke of his cock sending sensations through her core. Each one lifting her a little higher than the last. His hands gentle on her hips, guiding her. She could feel her breasts bouncing gently up and down as their fucking intensified, and she cupped them and teased her nipples as she felt her pussy contract on his cock as her first true orgasm overtook her.

Wrapping her arms around Bryans neck seductively, she let him roll her over so that he was on top. Her hips rising to meet each unbelievable stroke of his cock, she pulled his face to hers and they kissed as her second orgasm blossomed for her. He was fucking her so powerfully, so deeply that she was lost, quivering in blissful waves of shimmering sexuality, as he once again drove her into beginning the ascent once more.

Better than her most prurient imaginings, she felt complete finally. Like this had been preordained and they'd just negligently avoided completing the circle, but now she felt him tighten, her own orgasm imminently entwining with his. She pulled him deep, as deep as she could, her pussy contracting as she felt his cock, hot inside of her throbbing with his cum, his tongue in her mouth, he moaned as he emptied his essence into her, claiming her at last as his.

She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling his cum oozing from her slit after he rolled down next to her. She had won her prize. They were both trembling slightly with the intensity of what they'd just done. Breathing gradually returning to normal. A quiet peacefulness as they lay in the bed, hand in hand. Somewhere out in the woods nearby, an owl softly hooted at the wind moving rhythmically through the pines and out onto the lake.