Chris held his daughter against him and slowly stroked her black hair, running his fingers all the way down to her shoulders. He felt her breasts pushing into his chest and her pussy pressed against his thigh as he contemplated their new relationship. He was fully aware that his life would change; he had lusted after his daughter and finally fucked her, but still he found himself hoping she would wake up so they could fuck again. His hand moved from hair to leg as he skimmed her smooth, white skin, squeezed her bottom slightly and kissed the top of her head. Reede began to stir.
"Hi," she whispered, lifting her head up and kissing him on the lips. "What time is it?" Chris glanced at his bedside clock.
"Just gone half ten." He had been awake for just short of an hour but hadn't wanted to leave his daughter; he wanted to feel her pressed against him and caress her body. Now she was awake he wanted to take her in, so he kicked off the covers exposing their naked bodies. Reede squeezed herself against him and kissed up his shoulder and neck.
"Mmm... Daddy, are we, you know... ok?" She began stroking his six-pack, tracing the outline with her index finger.
"Yes, baby, of course we are. What happened last night was... amazing, I wanted it to happen. Are you ok?" Chris kissed his daughter's forehead and wrapped his arms around her back to try and ease her worries.
"I loved it, Daddy," Chris smiled. "Can I, you know... sleep in here again tonight?"
She didn't need an answer. Chris' cock was pushing against her leg which was currently draped across his body. She sat up grinning and shifted her leg; her father's cock sprang upwards and pointed towards the ceiling. She continued tracing his six-pack and raised an eyebrow, from the look on his face she could see he was gagging for relief. Slowly she moved her hand down, past his cock and slowly began stroking his balls with her fingertips.
"Sarah's coming over later," she said, as if this was a normal conversation. "She phoned me last night after you'd, you know, seen me. Is that ok?"
Chris could barely concentrate. He'd manage to gather that Sarah would be round later, and could only offer up an "uh-uh" in return.
"Good." The smile on Reede's face turned into an almost sadistic grin. She tickled her Daddy's balls with her fingertips before slowly wrapping her hand around his cock, one finger at a time. He let out a deep sigh and his eyes glazed over, she began to stroke up and down. She tried to copy the motion she had seen him use over the past few days, twisting her wrist slightly with every stroke. She leaned into his face and kissed him deeply; his hand grabbed her right breast and squeezed it violently. She gasped but kept stroking and was pumping as fast as she could by now. She felt his pre-cum on her hands and moved her head down to his cock. Chris couldn't believe how flexible she was, as his daughter continued jerking him off whilst licking the head of his cock like an ice cream. He came quickly, making no effort to hold onto his spunk this time. Some of it shot up onto Reede's mouth whilst some flowed down onto her hand, but that was scooped up with her tongue into her eager mouth. She began stroking his cock again and kissed him; he could taste himself on her tongue and lips.
"I'm going to get dressed." She spoke softly and pecked him lightly on the lips. "See you downstairs." Reede wiggled her backside for her father as she walked through the door. She didn't need to look back to know he was staring at her.
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Once both father and daughter were downstairs Chris was surprised at how normal things became. They had eaten breakfast together in front of the TV and Reede was curled up against him on the sofa, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a red strappy top. He was in khaki shorts and an old white polo shirt, her hand was resting just above his knee and her head was lying on top of it.
"When does Mum get back?" She broke the silence between them.
Chris gulped. The only time he felt guilty about what had happened between himself and his daughter was when he thought about Tammie. God, if she found out it would destroy her. He loved his wife and didn't want to hurt her, but this, well, whatever you called it between him and Reede was something that was going to continue. He couldn't deny that and they both knew it.
"Thursday," there was a brief pause before he finished his sentence. "So we've go two nights."
Reede sat up. They looked at each other, the realisation suddenly hitting them both that this was something they were going to have to hide from a woman they both loved and adored. Reede leaned in and hugged him, this time not as a lover but as a daughter. She spoke; her voice was muffled as she pressed her face into his neck.
"What are we going to do?" Chris was sure he felt a tear run down his skin.
"I don't know," and he really didn't. He'd never tell Reede this, but he was terrified. "But we'll figure something out."
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Reede lay flat on her back, spread out on top of the duvet on her bed. In her mind she was greeting her mother, who had just arrived home from her business trip. She wondered if her Mum would sense anything was different, both between her and Reede and between her husband and daughter. Surely that was impossible, Reede hoped.
"Reede," her friend Sarah, who was lying next to her, snapped her back to the present. "Did you hear me?"
"No, sorry." She took a toke of the joint in her hand and passed it over to her friend. "What were you saying?"
"I asked what was going on with your Mum," Sarah said before placing the joint between her lips. "She doesn't seem to be around much at the moment. Is everything alright?"
A wry, knowing smile touched the corners of Reede's lips.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Work's just been really busy; she's been flying to conferences all over the place for the last couple of months. She's back in a couple of days though and she's promised this is her last one." Reede inwardly hoped her mother would break that promise. Sarah handed her the joint, she took one last puff and pressed it out in the ashtray on her dresser. A haze of smoke filled the room as the two girls lay silently staring at the ceiling. Reede didn't know what Sarah was thinking but was willing to bet everything she owned that it wasn't as problematic as the thoughts that were occupying her own head.
"I'm starving," Sarah sat up. "You got any food?"
Reede managed to pull herself up alongside Sarah. She extended her back and stretched her arms up above her head.
"Let's go." Both girls got up and Reede cracked a window before they headed out into the hallway.
"I need to use the bathroom," said Sarah as she broke off from Reede at the top of the stairs. "Meet you in the kitchen."
Sarah closed the door behind her as she entered the Andrews' bathroom. She didn't really need to use the toilet; she just wanted to check herself in the mirror. She started by removing the bun from her ponytail to let her long, red hair fall down to her shoulders. Taking a step back Sarah scanned over the rest of her body; she was wearing a bright yellow bandeau dress, which she adjusted to ensure that the top of her 36C breasts were visible. The skirt stopped a few inches short of her knees, and she had nothing on her feet as she had removed her flip-flops by the front door. Sarah stroked her arms; her skin was pale and smooth, save for a few freckles along her arms, across her stomach and on each cheek. She knew Mr. Andrews was home and had always made an effort to look good for him. He was a handsome man, not even 40 yet and in great shape. She'd known him for years but had only thought about him sexually after running into him at the gym once; he was naked from the waist up except for a towel draped across his shoulders. He was built and toned; sweat dripped down from his handsome face and glistened on his torso. She had stared at his six-pack and nearly reached out and touched it, but Reede had appeared beside her just in time to save her from complete embarrassment.
Heading back out into the hallway Sarah loved how the thick carpet felt against her bare feet, it covered the stairs as well and muffled all sound. She skipped the last step before turning towards the kitchen, and was just about to call Reede's name when she looked up and came to a complete halt. Reede and her father Chris were stood by the table holding each other in their arms, his head was tilted forward and her face was buried in his chest. Sarah quickly stepped back and hid behind the wall, peering out just enough to watch what was happening. She tried to convince herself that this was just a father giving his daughter a hug but found it impossible; her Dad had never hugged her like this. Mr. Andrews' hands were caressing Reede's back, her hands were resting on his hips and they seemed to be swaying from side to side. Sarah's jaw almost hit the floor as she watched Reede look up into her father's eyes. Slowly their heads crept together, before finally their mouths met in a passionate kiss. She saw Reede slip her tongue into her Dad's mouth, and slowly she backed away. Creeping back to the top of the stairs Sarah composed herself, desperately trying to make sense of what she'd just seen. Every excuse she came up with sounded stupid and feeble; Reede had been hugging and kissing her father in a way normally associated with lovers. They weren't... no, they couldn't be. What she'd just seen was strange but there was no way on earth they were actually fucking each other, a kiss was weird but... actually having sex? No, not Reede. Not Mr. Andrews.
Chris reacted first when they heard stomps coming down the stairs. He broke their kiss sharply and moved away from his daughter. Walking towards the door he passed Sarah, Reede's friend from college, as she entered from the hallway.
"Hi Sarah, how have you been?" Chris placed a hand on Sarah's forearm. She stopped, and seemed to wait before turning towards him.
"Hi Mr. Andrews, I'm fine thanks." She smiled shyly and went to join Reede. Chris made his way up to his room, relieved that Sarah wasn't as light-footed as his daughter.
