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Blair couldn't sleep that night. He lay wide awake staring at the ceiling with his fingers laced behind his head. Naia -- only Naia -- consumed his mind, refusing to leave him in peace.
Nothing would ever be the same.
He was overcome with vivid images of the monumental events that had transpired on the footpath along the cliffs earlier. If it weren't for Naia's tangy-sweet scent, he wouldn't even be sure it had really happened. Yet he could still taste the sweetness of her supple mouth. He could still feel the wet silk of her excited young sex lips under the tips of his fingers.
He could still feel the roiling heat of her body's core gripping the driving girth of his demanding cock.
The ride home from the reception had been dreamlike. Even though they'd barely talked, Blair had an instinctual feeling Naia had been feeling the same sense of being high he had. She'd snuggled cozily against him while he drove. They'd spoken softly of ordinary things -- a movie they both wanted to see, what to have for breakfast the following day.
When they got back to the house, there was almost the feeling even the house wasn't the same one they'd left earlier. It was as if they'd walked into a strange new environment and weren't completely sure how everything fit together yet. Naia had seemed uncharacteristically shy in her father's presence. Blair could see how much trouble she had holding eye contact.
"Well -- um -- I guess I'll get ready for bed," she'd said to the living room carpet.
When she turned for the stairway, Blair automatically caught her by the wrist before she had a chance to go up. He wasn't thinking, only reacting, when he swept her into his arms and kissed her. She sighed and kissed him back just as eagerly. Blair couldn't resist cupping her ass cheek through the fabric of her dress, feeling the taut firmness of her ripe, young flesh.
He wanted to explode all over again and take her down onto the staircase, but the strangely disoriented feeling kept a tight hold on him.
"Baby, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world," he told her. "You know that, don't you?"
She looked back at him with moist, sparkling eyes. "Yes, Daddy. I know."
She finally turned to go upstairs, stopping halfway up to turn back while Blair stood there watching her. "You know I love you, too, don't you, Daddy? Just the very same way?"
Blair could only nod. His throat felt plugged full of gravel. His blood felt hot, like it was rushing through his veins, and he wanted to follow her straight to her room and lie down with her to take everything she was willing to give over and over again. Yet as sure as they both were about their feelings and desire for each other, they were just as unsure about how it was all supposed to work, so Blair stayed at the foot of the stair and watched his beautiful daughter walk up the rest of the way.
He'd taken a shower before crawling into his bed alone. He felt a sadness come over him as he washed his daughter's scent off his skin. Somehow, it had only seemed right her scent should cling to him permanently.
Now he lay wide awake, feeling every second take its sweet time dragging by. His baby girl was only down the hall in her own room, but it felt as if she were impossibly far away. It wasn't right they should be anywhere but together now. Close enough to hold each other, to touch freely, to taste her mouth, to tell her everything he still had in his heart to tell her.
He heaved a deep breath and let his hand drift beneath the sheet, sliding down his naked body toward his cock. His hand covered the warm, tingling flesh, rubbing and stroking to encourage the pulsing swell of his meat. It was impossible to think of her in the supposedly traditional ways anymore. She was inextricably woven into the fabric of his love and desire. She might have been his daughter, but she was a vibrantly beautiful young woman, and he knew more surely than ever that she was wired so much the same way he was.
He had felt the force of her driving hunger in those electrifying moments when his cock had plumbed her slick tunnel. He'd felt every wave emanating from her core -- her refusal to stop until they had crashed across the finish line together.
Suddenly, so many other moments of the recent past came into focus. The worn pairs of skimpy panties left behind on the bathroom floor for him to pick up out of curiosity, only to inflame his blood with the pungent scent his luscious Naia left behind. The way she swaggered onto his lap while he was watching television, wearing little nothing tank tops and panties.
He now suspected she'd been testing him all along, and he knew the frothy rush of his cum deep inside her pussy was the only answer she'd been after.
The notion slowly dawned on Blair that despite everything that had happened, he still didn't even know what his mesmerizing daughter's pussy looked like. More importantly, he had little more than a fleeting glimpse of how his baby tasted. His heart shivered with unquenchable need as he thought of the thousand things that suddenly seemed impossibly urgent to do with her.
Blair felt a sudden, monolithic ache overwhelm him. It wasn't right for them to be lying in separate places, separate beds. Together, they would be more than two.
With a semi-hard cock that was steadily growing, he got up from his bed and padded softly down the hall toward Naia's room. He had something important to tell her. He needed to say he loved her like no other in existence before the words exploded inside him. He needed to feel and taste the surface of her fine skin before the weight of his own need crushed him.
He pushed her door open and whispered "Baby?" into the darkened room. Silence was his only reply, so he said it again -- louder. He finally reached for the light switch and flipped it on.
Naia's bed was empty. The sheets were rumpled and tossed, but his precious baby girl wasn't there. Obviously, she'd been having trouble sleeping, too, and maybe she was somewhere else in the house, though everything was quiet and still. If she'd left the house, he couldn't imagine where she would have gone at that time of night.
Blair went to Naia's bed and sat down. He leaned over and buried his face in her pillow, taking a long, deep breath and filling himself with the scent of her hair.
"Baby," he sighed as he continually fondled his growing cock. "My one and only baby."
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Naia padded down the hall stairs and into the kitchen. She couldn't sleep. How long had she stood outside her father's bedroom door, aching to go in but unsure if she should... if she could?
