All characters in this work of fiction are above the age of twenty.
"Daddy, we can't. She'll be home any minute," Emily pulls away from Eddie as he plants a scratchy kiss on her neck. He hasn't shaved, just as she likes it. Salt and pepper whiskers scrape against her soft neck like sandpaper.
"I know. But that's what makes it so exciting," Eddie murmurs in Emily's ear. Her cheeks reddens as his heavy hand tours the soft curve of her abdomen. She stretches like a cat waking from a nap and puts herself up on her tiptoes, lifting herself into his touch. This is a terrible idea and Emily is in love with it.
Eddie has been ravenous since he crossed the threshold with Emily. After that first night together, they slept like the dead, but the following morning they began a marathon of nonstop sex. They explored every inch of each other in every inch of the house. After Emily's room, they adjourned to her parent's bed. After that, the living room sofa. Then the guest bed. And both showers.
When they ran out of condoms, they hopped in the family crossover and went on a daddy-daughter trip to the Walgreens and Emily took the opportunity to give her father head as when they got to speed on the highway. It was a new experience for both of them, and nearly resulted in a seven-car pile up, but instead ended in a mouthful of warm cum. Emily dutifully swallowed the load - another first for both of them - since Melissa didn't enjoy the taste, texture, or smell of cum (despite his improved diet), and would insist that Eddie cum on her tits instead. Emmy was rewarded with a vanilla Frosty. As much as she enjoyed the sound her dad made as he came, the Frosty went down a lot easier than his sticky load.
Today is the day Melissa comes home from her company retreat. Next week, Emily will return to college, and even though she has yet to bring home a boyfriend, Eddie isn't confident that another younger man won't sweep her off her feet before he sees her again. Every minute they have alone is an opportunity to revel in the taboo pleasure of each other's bodies. It feels a bit opportunistic, but Eddie can't remember the last time he's felt so desired.
He slides his finger around the waistband of Emily's shorts and she shivers in response to his touch. She leans over the kitchen island counter and presses her soft ass into Eddie's hips. Her thighs are covered in goosebumps.
They haven't done it in the kitchen yet. It makes a poetic end to the checklist of places they've fucked, this is where Emily first discovered that her dad had sexual feelings for her. She thinks back to how handsome he looked when he came back from his run the other day.
I should have fucked him then and there
, Emily thinks as she slides her shorts to the floor.
Eddie enters Emily entirely. A constant and insatiable hunger has possessed her since he took her in her childhood bed and the slickness between her legs offers no resistance as she welcomes Eddie inside her for the seventh time in two days. She trembles as he presses himself inside, just like the first time. He lives for that subtle tremor, it's as though she can barely contain the ecstasy she feels from him being inside her. Eddie begins to grind himself gently against her.
"Oh, yes Daddy. Squeeze my fucking tits," Emily croons.
Eddie reaches around and kneads his daughter's soft breasts through her baggy t-shirt. Through the fabric, he feels her erect nipple and brushes the sensitive bud with the tip of his finger. A loud moan creaks in her throat.
"Fuck. You got me so wet," Emily exhales as Eddie pulls himself out. In a flash, he spins her around and sits her on the counter, and enters her again, face-to-face, though Emily prefers being taken from behind, Eddie loves getting lost in his daughter's steely blue eyes, so much like Melissa's, but with a sad yet eager yearning behind them. Plus, he loves sucking on her pert little nipples while he's fucking her.
The counter wasn't a wise choice for this particular activity, it's cold, slippery, and at an awkward height for Eddie. Even at six-foot-two, he has to stand on his toes to fuck Emily without bending his dick at an uncomfortable angle. He sinks his fingers into the soft skin of Emily's hips and pulls her close. His balls are starting to hurt from slapping into the lip of the kitchen counter.
And now the edge of the counter is digging into Emily's tailbone. She pushes herself up from the counter entirely with both her arms so she is bridging the counter and Eddie. She wraps her legs around his back for better support. They've accidentally arranged themselves in a position straight out of the Kama Sutra.
Daddy and daughter are swept away by the passion of the moment, completely caught up in the fact that this might be their last time with each other. It's been a mutual unspoken thought in the back of their minds for the past twenty-four hours. But Emily isn't worried about the future, she's not even concerned about the next few minutes. Right now, all her attention is on the pleasure between her legs. The heat rising inside her blinds Emily to the fact that her arms and abdomen are working overtime to make this absurd position work. Just as she begins to feel the waking feeling of her orgasm, her elbows buckle and her head drops toward the marble countertop.
Eddie's parental instincts summon a surge of adrenaline. He catches Emily's head before it cracks open all over the kitchen floor and pulls her in close as he folds himself around her unintentionally plunging himself deeper into Emily than either thought possible. Panic sets in as he realizes he is teetering on the edge of orgasm and a moment away from point of no return. The same parental instinct that protected Emily from snapping her neck betrays a small voice that commands him to drop her before he cums inside.
Slowly yet urgently, he lowers himself to sit on his haunches. A cramp bolts through his thigh and he fights the urge to remedy the pain, if he's not careful, Emily's brains will be decorating the kitchen tile. Every move he makes is an intentional one, a fight against the throbbing cramp and the throbbing erection. He manages to slide Emily onto the floor before rolling himself backwards off her. A spurt of cum erupts from his twitching shaft and clings to the inside of Emily's naked thigh.
Red-faced and panting, Eddie feels light-headed again. His eyes fix themselves between the hot pink space between Emily's legs. He can't hide the concern in his eyes.
"Daddy, where did you just finish?" Emily's watery eyes bulge wide as she looks to her dad for an answer.
Time seems to stand still as the severity of the situation begins to dawn on them. A warm white dribble down Emily's buttocks hammers the reality home.
"I... I'm sorry, I didn't think I was that close."
Emily scrambles to her feet and grabs a fistful of paper towels. She's panicking now. This is a new problem, one she doesn't even know how to begin to solve. While she hasn't always been the most cautious when it comes to using protection, no one has ever cum inside her before.
"Don't worry," Eddie stammers, "we still have a while before mom comes home. I'll just run to the Walgreens and grab some Plan B. It'll be like none of this ever happened."
Before Emily can formulate a response, a key slides into the lock of the front door.
* * *
Melissa announces her return to no fanfare.
"Hello?" Both Emmy's and Eddie's cars are in the driveway. She thinks at first they may have gone out for a jog, but then she hears a noise from the kitchen. The sound of the sink hissing and an urgent whispered voice.
"Hello?" Melissa rounds the corner and steps into the kitchen.
"Hi, Mom!" Emmy says from the floor on her hands and knees.
"What are you two doing?" Melissa has walked into a light mystery.
