Chapter Seven: Daughter and Lover
Annabelle woke up early Saturday morning, lying in her bed with a hand wrapped around her torso, resting on her stomach. She could clearly feel the warmth of a man's body pressed up tight against her from behind- her ass firmly pressed up against his crotch. It only took a few seconds to remember who she was in bed with, but she was unsure how she had ended up in this position with him. The man was Harry, her father. The night before he had asked to stay the night so he could leave in the morning, but neither of them would let the other sleep on the couch. Eventually, they settled on sharing Annabelle's bed with a pillow between their bodies. That pillow was now on the floor.
His dick wasn't fully erect, but with him wearing a pair of baggy pajama pants he borrowed from Annabelle, the feeling of it was very apparent on her ass. She certainly didn't remember getting rid of the separation between them, or moving into this position, so the only other option was Harry. Was he awake? Was he intentionally spooning his daughter right now? As Annabelle thought about it, she felt him scoot closer and wrap his arm around her tighter. He made a deep groaning noise as he did, and the feeling against Annabelle's ass grew more noticeable. She could feel his cock growing until it became fully erect, pressed between her asscheeks with only the thin fabric of each of their pajamas separating them. Was he awake?
She felt conflicting emotions, but didn't have time to process them before she saw her phone light up. She reached out to grab the phone off her bedside dresser, then saw the Current Crush app had opened. As of tonight, it will have been one week since she started using the app. She never would have imagined being in this position a week ago. But then again, the app hasn't even had her do anything with Harry yet to justify... this.
"Hello Annabelle! Sorry to interrupt, but we would like you to take either a truth or dare right now! Please make a selection."
She could probably guess the general idea of what a dare might include... but she didn't really mind. She clicked on dare.
"Good girl! We can tell you are already aroused sharing a bed with Harry, so we would like to help you out! For todays dare, use whatever means necessary to make Harry touch your pussy!"
She was shocked, but could still feel his massive erection firmly pressed against her. Despite how strange it sounded to her, despite how much she wanted to deny it, those words turned her on. The thought of him fingering her made her horny. But it was too dangerous to just ask him to do it outright... she needed a plan.
After some thought, she rolled over in bed so her breasts pressed against Harry's chest instead. She made sure to keep her now dripping wet pussy pressed against his lower body, however. She touched his face and whispered in his ear.
"Daddy?"
His eyes slowly fluttered open. His erection was now up against her thigh and his arm was still draped over her, now resting just above her ass. He looked up at her slowly and smiled, before seemingly realizing what is going on.
"Honey? What... what happened to the pillow?"
"You threw it over there, silly. But I woke you up cause I need a favor, daddy."
She made sure to put emphasis on the word 'daddy' every time. She could feel his cock twitch in response. Blushing and slightly stuttering, he responded.
"Uh y-yeah, what did you need?"
She offered him no room to back away from her body. He was the one that put them in this position, after all.
"My legs hurt for some reason, but I really need to shower for... something later. Could you help me?"
His face was bright red now as he responded, "H-help you? With the shower?"
She nodded, trying her best to put an innocent look on her face. His cock couldn't hide his feelings about that idea. He glanced down at her body pressed against him, then nodded.
"O-okay. What did you need help with?"
"Well... I figured we could do it like we used to? I'll sit down and just let you clean my body."
She was not very good at hiding the lust in her eyes as she looked at him. But Harry was just as horny as she was- to a level she didn't quite understand. As his daughter pressed her body against him, his memories were brought back to some years ago, not long after Annabelle lost her virginity.
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It had been around a month since Martin took Annabelle's virginity- the scene that Harry watched from the closet. What she didn't know is that while she was blindfolded Harry fucked her face. He came deep in his daughter's throat after watching her get fucked. Not a day went by that Harry didn't think about it, the way he looked at her had become completely different. Today, though, would hopefully allow him to bond with her in a way that wasn't so inappropriate. They were supposed to start the drive to Las Vegas where the two of them would attend a concert for some boy band Annabelle was a big fan of. They would be gone for the whole weekend, just the two of them. It was the morning before and everyone was saying their goodbyes before leaving.
Harry said goodbye to Michael and was loading everything into the car, when Martin walked into the garage. He came over early in the morning to deliver her some snacks for the drive and a flower.
"Hey, Mister Fields."
"Martin. How's it going, young man?"
"Good, good... listen, can I ask you something, sir?"
Harry gave Martin a skeptical look, then nodded, "Yeah, sure. What's up?"
Martin turned to close and lock the garage door from the inside- sealing the two of them in the room together. He walked closer and spoke in a hushed tone.
"Listen, I'm just going to be blunt. I saw you fucking Annabelle's mouth on her birthday."
Harry's face turned bright red instantly. He tried to come up with a lie to defend himself.
"Wh-what? N-no, clearly you must be m-mistaken..."
He pulled out his phone, and a video starting playing- a video of Martin watching from the door to Annabelle's bedroom as she sucks Harry's cock. His face turned bright red and he was at a loss for words instantly.
"Wh-what do you want from me? Please don't tell her."
"Of course not, man! We are bros, aren't we? Bros help each other out!"
Harry didn't know what to say, so he just listened to Martin speak.
"Listen man, I get it! If I were you, I'd want to use that pussy too! She is hot as fuck, don't get me wrong! But we both know it would be wrong if I were to just... do nothing about this. You agree, right? So we really need to come to some sort of compromise."
"And... what do you suggest?"
Martin shrugs before arrogantly leaning on the back of the car. He looks up with a sleazy expression on his face, before saying, "Well you know my parents, right?"
"What? Yeah, I do."
"Yeah, man. My dad some big shot director, my mom an actress, big shoes to fill, y'know? To them, sending me to private school was nothing, but to you? I mean, how long did you have to save up to afford sending two kids?"
He laughed as he spoke tauntingly, his following words sounding almost like he is hissing through his teeth.
"My dad used to be super famous back in the 90's, y'know. Made some revolutionary progressive movies for the time, had a big fanbase with women. At least, until he made the movie where he met my mom. Full Spread, ever see it?"
Harry is confused and asks, "What are you talking about?"
Ignoring him, Martin continues, "It's a real shitty movie. Five different sex scenes with my mom as the main love interest, critics called it 'the most sexist movie ever released.' Kinda tanked the old man's career, to no one's surprise. But he still tried to save face, even after marrying my mom- he thought he could try and use his son to prove that he really was progressive and not the asshole everyone said he was. Wanna know what he did?"
"Martin, I really don't see the point in this. Annabelle will come looking for us soon."
"That is just it, man! What you said there- 'Martin.' That dumbass thought he could prove he was a feminist by breaking gender roles and naming his son after his own dead mom. He named me Margaret Martin!"
Harry is silent for a few seconds before asking, "So... you go by your last name? I still don't get the point."
"The point is that my dad fucked me! He forced me to live a life of constant humiliation every time I even hear my own name! I refuse to even tell most people that Martin isn't my first name! What I am trying to say is, I want that idiotic old man to see that I am not just some tool for him to use to save face- I am my own man! I can bring my own wealth, change the world without him!"
Harry doesn't know what to say, so the two just sit in silence for a moment, before Martin's voice once again grows sinister.
