Christina's Body

What had I done? My mind reeled with the implications. Christina continued to squeeze my cock lightly, her breath hot and heavy on my cheek.

I had just cum on my daughter's leg. How had this happened...?

She kissed my cheek.

"Dad," she whispered. "I'm going to clean up."

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Only minutes before we had been laying on the couch as we'd done millions of times in the past. This time...

She kissed my cheek again.

"Dad. It's okay. Let me up."

I couldn't even look her in the eye. I leaned against the back of the couch and Christina slid off, releasing her grip on my softening cock. She glanced at her hand and I glanced at her long legs. I could see where my semen had landed. She wiped her hand on her t-shirt and walked to the kitchen.

God she was beautiful.

I buried my face in one of the couch pillows. I was damned. How would we come back from this? Could we even come back from this?

I heard running water and, moments later, Christina padded out of the kitchen. I couldn't look at her.

"Christina..."

"Shhhh." She leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "We can talk in the morning. I'm going to bed."

I heard her move to the stairs.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you too," I stammered. I could barely get the words out.

I pulled my sweatpants up and lay there in the dark. I couldn't even bring myself to get up after what had happened. How would I face Christina in the morning?

I awoke to sunlight streaming into the living room. For a brief second I wondered where I was and why I was on the couch. And then it all hit me. Christina and I, kissing, her hands fumbling with my sweatpants, her fingers pulling at me... I had tried not to cum. I really had. But her leg had felt so hot...so good against my bare cock. And her hand...

And then she was standing in front of me. I hadn't even heard her come down the stairs. She had her running shorts on and a light pullover hoodie. She was smiling. I forced a smile and I could already feel my cheeks on fire.

"Hey," she said. "Let's go for a run old man."

A run?

"Um. It's November sweetheart."

"Yeah, but the weather doesn't know that. It's 55 out there. It's perfect."

She reached for me and grabbed my hand. She used the same hand that had hours before stroked me to orgasm. "Come on dad. Get those old bones up and come run with me."

We used to run together when she ran for the high school cross country team. I still jogged now and then, but it had been a few months since I'd done so.

"I'll never keep up with you."

She laughed. Her eyes seemed to shine in the morning light. Had last night really happened? She was acting so normal.

"You don't have to. Just keep me company."

I didn't know what sort of company I would keep way behind her but I'd give it a shot. Maybe our relationship wan't permanently damaged after all. Maybe we could move past what had happened.

Ten minutes later I had brushed my teeth, gotten dressed, and walked out the front door to find her stretching on the front lawn. She didn't hear me so I had a moment to admire her. God... those legs. The way she moved... I knew she was into yoga... but she made it all look effortless. Her hair was tied back to keep it out of her face and her eyes were closed as she let the sun warm her cheeks.

I bounded down the steps.

"Ok, kiddo. Let's go. Take it easy on me."

We took the route we normally did. It basically brought us through the neighborhood and to a short footpath in the woods that looped back around and back to the street. On the way Christina waved at neighbors that had known her since she'd been a child. I waved as well, but with each wave I felt my shame grow. If they only knew what I'd done to my daughter the night before.

My fears followed me as we rounded the last corner that led to the footpath. I fought to keep my eyes off of Christina's ass as she pulled easily ahead. Even that was perfect. I couldn't imagine how she looked naked. I don't think I'd be able to handle it.

When we reached the footpath it was cooler. The trees blocked most of the light and Christina slowed down. I assumed to keep from stumbling over the tree roots that poked up here and there.

I was easily able to catch up to her, my eyes drifting down to her legs and her ass.

'Stop!' I told myself. She's still your daughter no matter what happened the night before.

And then, before I could react, Christina stopped and turned around. It was so sudden that I almost stumbled.

"Is everything all ri—"

And then she her arms were around my neck and her body pressed tightly to me. Her mouth cut off my words.

Her mouth.

Can I even describe how sweet and warm her mouth was? She tilted her head and her tongue pressed insistently against my mouth... I let her in. For the second time in less than twelve hours I was kissing my daughter with a passion I'd never felt. I fought the urge to grope her but my hands slide around her and to her hips, pulling her gently against me. She moaned at the motion and I felt her breasts against my chest.

Luckily we were blocked from view by the trees but it was still a footpath. People used it all the time.

Reluctantly I broke the kiss. She looked surprised and I could see my own passion reflected back at me in her gaze.

"Christina... Someone might see us..."

"I don't care."

She kissed me again and this time my hands did find her ass. She pressed forward at the contact. It was tight...firm... wonderful...

It was her turn to pull back. My hands stayed on her ass.

"I cancelled, my flight" she said breathlessly.

"What?"

"I thought I'd stay with you for a few days?"

All I could say was "Why?" I know it sounded dumb. My cock was already at full attention and I was painfully aware of it pressed between us.

"I think you know why, dad."

Oh my god. I did. I did know why but I couldn't admit it. Not out loud.

When our mouths met again I squeezed her tightly to me. She sighed at the contact. It was all I could do to not cum right then and there with her slim body so close, pressing... and her soft sighs as we kissed.

"Dad..." she whispered between kisses. "How naughty are you feeling?"

"What?" I didn't want to stop kissing her lips. I felt like a kid again. At that moment she wasn't my daughter... she was a desirable young woman. And she had me harder than I'd ever been.

Christina looked over her shoulder and then over mine. And then her slim hand pushed beneath the waistband of my sweatpants.

I should have stopped her but nature took over as soon as her fingers began to explore my length.

"Someone is happy to see me this morning.." she breathed.

"God Christina... what if someone comes?" We were well known in the neighborhood and there would be no way to talk ourselves out of it.

"Then you'd better be quick."

And with that, my lovely daughter began to stroke me. I buried my face in her neck and was rewarded with a quick intake of breath.

Christina's hand began to go faster.

I kissed her neck and she moaned.

That was all it took. Her moan.

Once again Christina's hand pulled and milked as I exploded. It was endless.

When I finally calmed down she pulled her hand out. In her other hand were some Kleenex which she used to wipe my cum away.

"I came prepared," she smiled.

I was speechless. The front of my sweatpants were soaked with a dark stain.

She laughed. "Better hide that, dad."

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Let's find out," she said. And with that she was running up the trail.

TO BE CONTINUED...