All characters in this story are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction. This is my first submission, so feedback is welcome. Thank you and enjoy.
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"Mindy! Pizza's here!" Lewis called up the stairs to his daughter.
"Be right there, Dad!" came the quick response.
Lewis set the pizza on the coffee table in the living room and queued up the latest episode of the show he and Mindy had been watching recently. He went into the kitchen and grabbed two beers out of the fridge. Things had been out of whack in their household ever since Lewis's wife had been hit by a drunk driver and killed three years ago. For a while, he hadn't been sure that he would be able to pull himself out of the depression that her loss had left him with. He and Linda had been high school sweethearts and had never loved anyone else. They'd married straight after high school and Mindy had followed nine months later. The years had been filled with happiness and laughter. Her death had shaken him to the core. Mindy had only been fifteen, but she'd stepped up to the plate and kept the household running. She'd started cooking and cleaning and keeping the house in order. Her insistence on weekly Daddy Daughter movie nights gave him something to look forward to.
Mindy danced into the room in her pajamas. The 18-year-old wore an old tee shirt so threadbare that the fabric had become see-through. Lewis could clearly see her bright pink nipples. His cock twitched at the sight. Lately Lewis had found he'd started getting aroused by his daughter. He attributed it to how much she looked like Linda.
Mindy looked nearly identical to Linda at 18. Her long blonde hair had been tied up in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck and a few strands had escaped to curl adorably around her cheeks. She had the same wide blue eyes and full red lips. The only difference came from their bodies. While Linda had also been slim and athletic, Mindy's breasts were much larger than her mother's had been. Lewis wondered idly if Mindy's nipples were as sensitive as Linda's had been. He'd been able to give his late wife multiple orgasms just from sucking on her pert nipples.
"Dad?" Lewis jumped. His daughter held out a plate loaded with pizza out to him.
"You were lost in thought there for a second."
"Sorry honey. Just been a long week at work." He took the food with a chagrined smile. "You ready to watch the show?"
She nodded, biting her lip. Lewis's eyes fixed on her lips and he wondered how they would feel wrapped around his aching cock. Stop it, he thought. That's your daughter. It took an effort to focus on the TV and not steal glances at his sexy child. After the episode they watched a movie.
"You want another drink Dad?" Mindy's voice was soft, almost sensual.
He nodded, his throat tight. Her nipples were stiff beneath the fabric of her shirt. His mouth watered for a taste. Mindy walked into the kitchen, taking the rest of the food with her. Lewis took advantage of her absence to readjust his swollen cock. Precum had left a small damp patch on his underwear. He hadn't had sex since Linda had died, and masturbating hadn't done much to alleviate his desire. Maybe he should try and find someone at work to take care of his horniness.
Mindy reappeared with two more beers. She handed one to her Dad and curled up on the couch beside him. Lewis watched her pale legs as she sat. "I'm ready. Go ahead and play it."
The movie droned on, but Mindy couldn't focus on it. Her thoughts kept straying back to what she'd seen as she'd left the room. She's seen her dad reach into his shorts and move his hard cock to tuck it into his waistband. It should have disgusted her, but it didn't. Mindy had always found her dad attractive. At 36, he had the body of a much younger man. They went to the gym together three times a week and her dad looked damn good. With his black hair, blue eyes, and square jaw, he'd always reminded her of Clark Kent. Come to think of it, she'd always fantasized about Superman growing up. In the kitchen she'd gotten so horny thinking about her daddy's hard cock that she'd drenched her panties. She'd had to take them off and toss them in the dirty laundry. So now she was sitting beside her dad on the couch in only a too thin shirt. Her pussy ached with desire. She wanted to feel her dad's hard cock pounding her into oblivion. And she wanted it now.
"Hey Dad, would you give me a massage? My back hurts."
Lewis stifled his surprise. "Of course. Lay down."
Mindy arranged herself carefully on the couch so that her shirt just barely covered her ass. Her dad slowly started kneading her shoulders. She moaned slightly as he worked his way down her back, stopping before he reached her ass. "Could you do my legs too Dad?"