Brian stood outside his daughter Neri's bedroom door, listening to the sounds coming from within. He had heard a man sneaking into their house, giggles as his daughter opened her window and let him in, more giggles as her visitor raised her night dress, ran his hands over her body...Brian's hand clasped around his hard on. His daughter had blossomed in the years since her mother had died, and this wasn't the first time he had stood at her door and listened, imagining what might be happening on the other side.
She moaned, and he heard as the man fucking her shushed her.
"Your father will hear."
Her moans became muffled; his hand must be over her mouth. Brian's cock twitched in his own hand and he dragged his palm against his foreskin, his breathing becoming heavy.
Was he sick?
He pushed the thought aside. It was nothing, he was just listening to two people fucking, it didn't matter if she was his daughter, it wasn't like he was the one fucking her.
But did he want to?
Brian grunted quietly in frustration at the little voice in his head that wouldn't be silenced. All summer he had endured living in this big, empty house with a young beauty, watching her blossom as she became an adult, seeing her nipples peek through her skimpy night gowns, hearing her sighs during her afternoon naps, knowing what she was really doing in there. It was driving him insane, and it was made worse by the fact that she never bothered to hide her body from him.
Her bathers were tiny and she wore them constantly, sometimes bending over in front of him to take something from the kitchen cupboard - the lips of her pussy outlined against the white fabric of her wet bikini, sometimes one or two of the hairs that she kept trimmed but not shaved taunting him. He wondered what she would do if he reached out one day and tucked one of these stray hairs back inside her panties, skimming the pink skin of her most private place that she teased him with every day.
Of course he wanted to.
Night after night he had gone to sleep with his cock hard in his hand, refusing to stroke it, until the night of her eighteenth birthday party. The party was over, the guests gone home, and he had finished cleaning up some of the mess, and was walking past her bedroom on his way to his own. He had heard a noise. An intruder? Carefully he had edged her bedroom door open, ready to jump whoever had broken into his little girl's room. But the intruder was obviously welcome - his little girl's tits were swinging above the bed as a young man shoved into her from behind.
Brian had been shocked, frozen to the spot, and they had not seen him peeping through the door.
His hand had found its way to his cock, and stroked it, and he had worked himself into a frenzy as he watched this young man fuck his little girl, faster and harder until the young man had cum, and she had pretended to.
He had known her all her life; he knew that her orgasms with this man were all fake.
Back in the present, Brian's breath quickened with his daughter's moans of pleasure. The orgasms were fake but the pleasure was real, and he knew she would be walking around him in the morning in a state of unsatisfied arousal. The thought of her pussy, wet, engorged, the knowledge that she would find an excuse for an afternoon nap and would rub herself to release, pushed Brian over the edge. He came just as her boyfriend did, the sounds of her muffled cries in his ears.
He quietly padded back to his room to sleep, to dream.
Neri heard the floor outside creak and she felt a wave of desire rush over her as her boyfriend extricated himself from her, kissed her on the ass, then threw himself onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.
Neri knew her father listened to them. What she didn't know was how she felt about it. It turned her on and frightened her at the same time. Sometimes she would almost cum, knowing that he was at her door, working his cock while her boyfriend worked her. She checked that he was asleep, then crooked a leg up, breathing into her pillow as she masturbated, keeping still, keeping quiet, imagining Brian's hand on her clit instead of her own. She came with a gush from her pussy and a sigh from her mouth, and drifted off to sleep, to dream.
It continued this way for months. Night after night with her boyfriend inside her, and her father listening outside the door, thinking she didn't know he was there. Probably thinking his presence would be unwelcome. Neri began to associate his presence with sex, with untamed desire, with an ongoing arousal that was never quite satisfied. The sex became dull, her boyfriend began to sense her disinterest in him, and her moans began to sound fake even to her own ears.
By day, she would walk around the house, conscious of the hardness of her nipples, the glances that her father tried to hide, the outline of his cock that was always semi-erect. She began to spend less time wondering about the morality of wanting to fuck her own father, and more time thinking about how it might happen.
She broke it off with her boyfriend. The sex was boring, he barely flicked his tongue in the direction of her clit before clambering on top of her and puffing and panting until he came. Neri knew from what her girlfriends told her that most guys their age were like this. But some of her friends had fucked older men and the stories were different, enticing...
Her father was older...
***
It was nine in the morning on a Saturday. Brian had left the house to shop for groceries and Neri was in the pool. She knew he would be back soon, and she thought about one of her many fantasies. They would be swimming naked and she would wrap her legs around him, pull his cock into her, rock against him. She stole a finger under the elastic of her bikini bottom and stroked a little circle around her clit. Just then, the front gate clicked open. Brian was home.
Neri jerked her hand from between her legs and was about to call out an innocent hello, when the familiar disappointed, frustrated feeling of hiding her desire, denying the taboo of incest, washed over her. Neri made a sudden decision. She would throw aside all pretence of being a normal daughter, and try to seduce her father.
Quickly, she untied her bikini top and tossed it aside, her breasts bouncing in the water. She pulled off the bottoms and sent them flying, then positioned herself against one of the jets of water that sent filtered pool water into the pool.
She let it run between the cheeks of her ass, over her pussy, leant back on the side of the pool, exposed her breasts to the sky, and moaned. Neri's body moved with the rhythm of the water, little waves dashing against the poolside, and that was how Brian found her.
He almost dropped the shopping in his surprise. His cock - ever ready these days - instantly pushed itself against the fabric of his shorts. He fell to his knees behind a garden hedge and fixed his gaze on his little girl as she writhed, moaned, pulled on her nipples and bounced in the water. Her tits were little mountains in front of him, nipples standing high and hard, and one of her hands pulled on a teat while the other danced below the water line, circling her clit no doubt. Her mother had liked that too.
Brian came almost the moment his hand reached his cock. He moaned, quietly, his eyes on his daughter's tits as the stream of cum shot high from his cock and landed with a tiny splat on the bricks, just behind her head.
Neri heard him cum, heard the splash of his semen hit the ground behind her, and wondered what it would taste like if it had traveled just a little further and landed in her open mouth. With an "oh!" of shock, of desire, she convulsed in the water, her finger driving itself into her pussy and feeling the muscles contract around it. She took a few deep breaths, felt her taut muscles relax, drew her hand from between her legs, shaking with the force of the orgasm. She heard Brian sneaking back through the front gate, and quickly she dressed. A few moments later the gate clicked again and Brian called out to her.
