The story continues! Sorry about the delay. Please read the first three chapters to really be able to understand the characters (they aren't long). And if you liked the story, please vote and comment!!! Thanks!
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Out of the shower, Warren was confused. While stroking his rampant cock under the hot spray, the thought of burying himself inside his daughter's sweet pussy had made sense. The actual reality of it, however, was significantly less so. Despite his desires, Warren was still a doting dad and a decent man -- it was hard for him to just push the past 18 years aside. However, even being in a post-orgasmic bliss had not assuaged the throbbing in his loins, and Warren found himself at cross-purposes: to cherish or to despoil?
Luckily Eva had left for her beach volleyball game, so Warren decided to go to his office and get some work done instead. Hours later, he was still staring blankly at the designs for his latest project. Thoughts of Eva kept invading his mind, distracting him from his work. His cock had been in a constant state of semi-arousal and was begging for attention. Giving in, Warren unzipped his shorts, pushed down the elastic of his boxers, and released his prick to the open air. The tip of his penis was shiny with precum and the plum-shaped head angry and purple from neglect. Warren groaned in pleasure and relief as he gripped the root of his prick and started to stroke up in down. He fantasized about Eva, his petite daughter, with her perky breasts, puffy nipples, and lush, creamy pink pussy topped with her plump raspberry clit. His cock jerked in his hand as he imagined Eva laid out naked on his desk, one hand tangled in her auburn hair, the other buried deep between her wide-spread legs. In his imagination, she was a lush feast for his eyes, mouth and hands. "Yeesss..." he hissed through his teeth, eyes closed, as he firmly stroked his turgid cock. Masturbation had never felt so good, and it was all because he was thinking of his baby girl. His desire had reached a fevered pitch and he broke out in a fine-sheen of sweat as indescribable pleasure coursed through his body before centering on his prick. Furiously pumping, Warren was lost in his own world and didn't hear the sound of the front door opening.
"Daaaad! Dad! Daddy, where are you?"
At the sound of Eva's voice yelling his name, Warren felt a thrill run through him, panic mixed excitement at the possibility of being caught. That was all it took to push him over the edge - his balls drew tight as he grunted and came into a hastily assembled wad of tissues, his cock jerking with each spurt of cum.
"Daaaddy! I need your help, please!"
Guiltily, Warren stuffed his softening cock back into his boxers and did up his pants. "Yes, honey?" He replied, while walking up the stairs. At the top, he was shocked to find Eva covered in sand, leaning against the front door on her right leg. Her left ankle looked distinctly swollen, and she had a large abrasion on the outside of her left calf. "What happened?!" he asked, concerned.
"I twisted my ankle while diving for the ball in our last game, and then James accidentally tripped over me, landing on my back," she whimpered. "So now my back and ankle really hurt, and I'm all covered with sand." Eva's eyes glistened with tears as she leaned against the door. "Could you help me daddy, please?"
"Of course, baby, anything you need. But first I think we should get you some pain killers" Warren scooped her up into his arms, taking her to the kitchen. Eva cried out, biting her lip, as he set her back down on a kitchen chair. "Sorry, hun, I'll try to be more gentle next time." After making sure she took some Tylenol and Advil, Warren asked, "What did you want to do?"
"I really want to take a bath. All this sand is making me really itchy, and I think the warm water will help relieve my sore muscles."
"Sounds good. Let's get you upstairs." Warren carried her up to his en suite, "I think you should use my bathtub instead since there's more space in here." He placed her gently on the bathroom counter, and started to fill the pentagonal-shaped tub, with a seat/ledge in the upper corner, with warm water, throwing in some of Janine's bath salts as well. Soon, the room was steamy and warm, smelling faintly of white musk. "There we go," he said as he turned around. Eva was still sitting on the counter, biting her lip.
"Uhm ... Dad...?"