Author's note:
This is the fourth chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which Rebecca and her dad continue crossing lines.
I strongly recommend reading the first three chapters before this.
The warning still applies that this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and that it's a slow burn with heavy romance elements. Also, this chapter features some spanking too.
Glad you're still with me - enjoy!
Friday
John woke up slowly, and even though it was well before his alarm clock would have gone off, he was feeling pretty well rested. His drowsy mind was awash with the naughty dreams he'd had about his beautiful daughter.
Having his beautiful girl masturbate next to him on the couch, making her tease herself until she got so horny she couldn't think straight. Clamping his hand over her mouth and looking into her hazel eyes - wide open, begging him to let her have the proper release that he'd then denied her. Watching her squirm and buck her hips as he'd made her ruin her orgasm, enjoying the desperate moans and whimpers into his palm.
The feeling of her warm, needy body next to him.
She'd played the reluctant, innocent girl being forced to expose herself to her lecherous old dad to perfection as he'd jerked off to the view of her twitching, needy, wet pussy. He'd blown his load as she looked on enviously, not allowed to touch herself while she watched him have the full, satisfying orgasm that he hadn't allowed her.
Of course, the best part had been the signs that she'd thoroughly enjoyed every second of her torture. The signs had been subtle - she was a wonderful actress - but unmistakable. She'd absolutely loved it.
The images ignited a fire inside him which woke him up further... and that's when he remembered.
Fuck.
That had all really happened, hadn't it?
He braced for the feeling of guilt to hit him like a speeding freight train.
But it didn't happen. He waited a couple more seconds, thinking that the part of his brain where it resided might not be fully awake yet.
Still nothing.
After a minute or so of waiting for the moral hangover to belatedly kick in, he found himself smiling again, replaying the events of last night in his head.
He realized that he didn't feel bad; not even slightly. Every time he tried to somehow force himself to regret his actions, all that showed up was Rebecca's overjoyed expression when he'd agreed to her bizarre proposal, the deep love he felt for her - beyond anything a father should feel for his daughter - and how he saw his own feelings for her reflected in her beautiful eyes.
He was simply happy. Happier than he'd been in a long while.
He didn't regret anything, and he wasn't angry at himself. If anything, he resented the rules society had set down that prevented him from dancing around in the front yard, proclaiming loudly to everyone in earshot how much he loved his precious, wonderful, sexy daughter, and listing all the naughty things he couldn't wait to do to her.
He finally allowed himself to relax again.
Thinking of the forbidden pleasures he'd shared with his daughter last night - and all the fresh ideas that had generated in his mind - had made its effects felt. He had a raging morning wood, the likes of which he hadn't experienced since his teen years.
He briefly considered beating himself off, but quickly discarded the idea, deciding to save it for later, thinking that he'd rather do something fun with Rebecca. Besides, the poor girl hadn't had a proper climax in over a week while he'd had a monumental one just last night, so he was hardly in a position to complain about having to wait a little while, was he?
He idly considered the ways he might torment her, and whether he should let her cum today. He wanted to - he practically couldn't wait to see her fall apart in a big, satisfying orgasm - but she seemed to enjoy her frustration so much. So probably not, he decided. Of course, he wouldn't tell her that. She'd just have to find out the hard way.
He didn't feel bad about that, either. It was blatantly obvious that his precious daughter found her desperation at least as exciting as he did, and the only reason he enjoyed this so much was exactly because she did too.
All he'd ever wanted was to make her happy, and this was most certainly making her happy. It was, without a doubt, unconventional, but so what?
Maybe they could have a short teasing session before she left for school today, he mused. A little something to keep her excited during the day. He'd like that, but he would never force it upon her - he'd just wait and see if it looked like she was in the mood for a little naughty morning fun and take it from there.
It gave him a moment's pause to notice how effortlessly his thoughts had gone to places that would have been unthinkable to him only a short while before.
You're a seriously warped old man, John,
he thought to himself.
He shook his head and chuckled softly to himself as he reflected that he now knew what it felt like to be a depraved pervert.
Pretty damn good,
he decided,
and if we go to hell, we'll go together, and I'm sure we'll have a great time there as well.
He got up to grab another cold shower and get breakfast ready for his no doubt hungry - and definitely horny - daughter.
*****
Rebecca yawned and stretched as she roused from her slumber. It had been a while since she'd slept so snugly. She felt dazed with pent-up frustration, and she had to make a conscious effort not to start touching herself. It made her feel naughty, like a complete slut who needed strict discipline just to keep her hands off herself.
She smiled. It was a pretty amazing feeling.
Yesterday came trickling back into her mind, and she couldn't stop herself from giggling at the thought that it was all real. It felt totally insane, and once again, she considered whether she really had gone crazy yesterday and was just imagining everything. Well, she could live with that if the last day had been any indication.
She stretched again and looked at her phone. It was still a while until she'd usually get up, but she didn't really feel like she needed any more rest. Besides, she was
way
too horny to drift off again after replaying the night's events in her mind, so she might as well get the day started.
Her panties felt soaked as she got out of bed - pretty much the new normal by now - so she peeled them off and threw them in the general direction of her hamper, not caring any more than usual whether she hit or missed. She located some fresh underwear, grabbed her towel, and headed for the bathroom, deciding that her daddy's oversized t-shirt she was still wearing was sufficiently decent.
As an afterthought, she also considered that the loose garment might make it easier for her to tease her daddy a little in return. She knew he liked looking at her, and after all, he'd given her so much last night... and one good turn deserved another, didn't it?
Realizing that she was actively planning to flash her own father - and the fact that it was making her so aroused to think about - caused another giggle. She didn't suppose that a lot of her fellow daughters out there based their clothing choices on how easy it would be to put on a show for their fathers.
They didn't know what they were missing.
Just doing what any thoroughly depraved little girl would do,
she thought merrily, feeling exquisitely perverted, pondering all the wonderful and exciting ways she might light a fire in his loins.
As she went out into the hallway, she could hear the shower running inside the bathroom.
A widening grin crept across her face as a spontaneous plan formed itself in her mind. She quickly made her preparations and waited outside the closed bathroom door, practicing her best innocent look.
*****
John dried off, his erection having finally subsided, due in no small part to the cool water. He pulled on his boxers and a t-shirt, not having brought anything else with him. He'd better finish dressing and get downstairs before Rebecca woke up. He opened the bathroom door.
And then he dropped his lower jaw on the floor.
"Good morning, daddy! Sleep well?" Rebecca beamed innocently, turning to face him.
Of course, it would have been a lot more innocent, had she been wearing anything except a towel, casually slung over her shoulder, along with the clear signs of her persistent arousal.
He did an involuntary once-over, taking in her naked form - the firm round globes of her perfect breasts, the nipples standing erect, the gorgeous curves of her hips and legs, that cute little neatly trimmed line of pubic hair over her slit, and the slight glistening along her labia.
Then he did a twice-over without thinking, to her well-hidden amusement.
He attempted to carefully enunciate a comment, but his mouth apparently got confused by the small detail that his brain didn't have a suitably witty line ready, so it just sort of defaulted to factory settings and produced an unintelligible sound instead.
Her smile widened a bit, but she kept up the pretense, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Oh, you always know just what to say, daddy," she said playfully, without a hint of sarcasm.
She stood up on her tiptoes to give him a good morning kiss that went quite a way beyond the usual peck. He felt her warm, naked body pressing against him and her tongue twirling around his. His hands somehow found themselves on her hips, her soft skin hot to his touch, and he had to fight to make them stay there instead of engaging in an enthusiastic exploration of the new and exciting territory they had unexpectedly found themselves in.
So much for having lost the boner,
