"Cuz, I'm fucking horny, and I love the way men respond to me," she said honestly, sliding off the counter and tapping him lightly on the rear as she slid past.
"For the last time, I'm your father Emily. This isn't right," he said.
"And yet, you're still hard," she said, giggling as she left the room. She heard him sigh deeply. She figured that she'd tormented him enough for the time being and headed to her room to do a little studying. A few hours later, she left the room, bored out of her mind and still very horny. She kept fighting the urge to tear off her clothes and throw herself at him, but the desire was definitely there. She kept telling herself that he was her father, over and over again, but the more she said it, the more it didn't have the same impact. She sighed and shook her head.
"You can't do this," she told herself. Feeling better, she headed downstairs and went to the living room. Flipping on the T.V., she plopped down on the couch for a few hours. After a light dinner, she returned to the living room and flipped the T.V. over to a movie. Her dad finally reappeared and sat down on the couch beside her. She smiled over at him and held up the remote.
Shaking his head, he smiled. "I'm good with this."
She returned his smile and tried to focus on the movie. Deviant thoughts kept worming their way into her brain and she couldn't focus. She kept thinking about being railed back in California, having a nice hard cock pounding her senseless, or having one in her throat pumping her full of yummy warm cum. She wriggled on the seat, glancing over at him. She sighed in frustration at herself and thought briefly about leaving, but knew that would look too odd. She glanced over for the thirtieth time and saw him adjust his crotch a little. He looked erect from where she was sitting.
She felt her pussy get wetter than it already was. Every second that passed, felt like an hour as she fought to keep from launching herself at him. She looked again and saw him quickly look away. She smirked to herself and began to feel a little better, knowing that he was feeling the urge as well.
The evening continued like that for her for the entirety of the movie. Eventually it ended and she quickly stood, but saw her father doing the same.
"Going to bed?" he asked.
She nodded. "Pretty tired," she confirmed. She was practically squirming just standing there.
They headed upstairs, bumping shoulders as they did so. Both muttered sorry simultaneously and quickly headed to their respective rooms.
Emily quickly lay in bed and tried to think about anything else. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but her dreams were filled with sex. She groaned in frustration and tried to fight the urge as she stared at the ceiling during one of her many wakeful hours. Finally, she could stand it no longer and slapped her hands down on the bed.
She stood and went to the bathroom. Turning on the water, she washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned what she was about to do over and over in her head. She fought for several minutes to think of a legitimate reason for her to not go through with it. Sighing and steeling her nerves, she turned off the light and left the room. Quietly stepping into the hallways, she felt like an elephant pounding on the floor as she stalked quietly towards her father's room.
Opening the door, she slipped in and saw him tossing around in bed, unable to sleep himself. He sat up and clicked on the light, seeing her standing there in his room. He didn't need to ask, he knew exactly why she'd come to his room.
Clouds swirled around in her head and she suddenly sat up in bed. She looked around, seeing that she was still in her own room. She must have been dreaming the entire time. She felt like she hadn't gotten any rest at all, and was only more sexually frustrated than the night before. She sighed in frustration and went to get ready for school. After kissing her father platonically good morning, she made a healthy breakfast for the two of them and headed to school. Monday seemed to go okay, at least until she got home from school. Again, she couldn't get the naughty images from filling her head and she pictured him slamming her up against the wall and taking her.
She sighed and shook the thoughts away again, hearing his keys in the lock. He came in and she stood, heading for a hug.
"Hi, Daddy," she said, smiling sweetly. "How was your day?"
"Long and hard," he said.
She snickered at the obvious joke, causing him to roll his eyes and sigh.
"Seriously?" he asked.
She shrugged, grinning. "You said it." Looking up, she was suddenly very aware at how close they were. He's released her from the hug, but she didn't move, and was gently pushing into him.
Sighing, she fell back a little and turned, heading to her bedroom without another word.
That evening, she came downstairs and made a healthy dinner. Calling him down, she served him a plate and they ate, their silence occasionally punctuated by idle chatter.
She stood then, letting him do the washing up, and headed upstairs to her room. The sexual tension was palpable throughout dinner and the rest of the evening. She emerged from her room near bedtime and crept downstairs to see what he'd been up to. Peering into the living room, she saw him sitting on the couch in his boxers, watching TV.
She came in, feeling the throb of excitement throughout her body, and came around him. She intended to sit next to him and talk, but something made her walk up and straddle him in their normal hugging position. She was wearing a tight shirt and panties, and she felt flushed.
He looked up as she came around the edge of the couch and straddled his legs. He smiled, seeing her reaching down to get a hug and pulled her to him.
Emily sighed happily as she sank down on him, feeling his chest slowly rising and falling, lifting her up and down as she lowered her head to his shoulder.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
She nodded. "Just getting a hug from my Daddy before I head to bed."
He chuckled and inhaled deeply. His strong hands began to rub up and down her back, pressing fingers into her muscles. She growled in pleasure and then spun around on his lap, letting him have better access to her back.
He smiled as she glanced back expectantly and waited. His strong fingers began to prod and massage at her back muscles as she silently sat on him. She leaned forwards, placing her hands on his knees and inadvertently sliding her buttocks back against him. She felt his growing tumescence and shifted. She slyly lifted her buttocks as he pressed his fingers into her shoulders and felt the head of his cock slid across her butt. She glanced down and lifted a little more so that it was beneath her, and then sat back down on him.
He groaned beneath her as her pussy forced him downwards, sliding pleasurably across it and eliciting a low moan of approval from her.
Sighing in frustration, he patted her on the back and started to lift her up, but she sat up and then leaned back into him, placing both feet on his knees.
She looked down and saw that his cock had worked its way free from the confines of his boxers and was again pointing upwards, this time in plain view and gently nestled against her panty clad pussy.
Sensing how dangerous the situation was, she stood and began to slide off of him. His cock slide down her pussy as she moved forwards.
"God," he moaned, gripping her hips for a moment. She paused, feeling him gently pulling at her and fought against the urge to pull her panties aside and start fucking him.
She stood quickly and then turned to face him.
He reached for her and pulled her back to straddle him. The look in his eyes was definitely conflicted, and she knew she had warring feelings herself. She lifted her left leg over his right knee and then moved forwards as he pushed his cock back into his boxers and tucked it under his waist band.
She smiled and leaned into him, her body molding to his as they pressed together. She keenly felt his erection pressing against her panties and lower stomach, and smiled as she looked at him.
He returned her smile and sat back into the couch, closing his eyes.
"Do you like the way my panties feel against your cock, Daddy?" she asked, causing him to open his eyes.
He smirked at her and glanced down, as if the answer was obvious.
