After Hours 58

I turn off my bedroom light and everything goes dark. The bare, south facing window let's in enough light that it's not a pitch sort of black and I can see the outline of every object in the room. I make my way to the bed without incident and crawl into it. As I lay my head on the pillow and pull the covers up just enough to cover the exposed southern region of my body I let out a long breath and melt into my bed.

"What a day" I mutter to myself. I can already feel myself drifting away.

Just then my eyes flash open. A response to the gentle noise of my bedroom door being opened.

'First shower time was disrupted and now someone's gunna disrupt my crawling into bed ritual'. I think to myself as I watch the dark clad invader of my sacred time. Immediately, I can tell it isn't Beth since she's the only one with such a large physical presence.

When she closes the door again and turns, I can tell from the face, lit by the softest of timely moonlight, that she is Joanne. Beth's younger sister by a little less than two years. As she moves, I see her take off an item of clothing but she has her nighty on beneath that it seems.

"Joanne" I call out.

"It's me dad. I just wanna talk".

"You know how I feel about my crawling into bed time, right?"

"I know, but now is the best time to talk about it." Her soft voice only relaxes me more. Joanne is quite the opposite of Beth in almost every way.

"This had better be important." As I say this, I see the night gown she's wearing. It's very short on her, and as thin as a sheet of tracing paper. Not quite see through but it hugs her adult form to highlight every single, exquisite curve on her body while leaving a healthy amount of cleavage on display.

"Look, I saw what happened between you and Beth in the shower this morning."

My heart is sinking straight through the bed as soon as the name 'Beth' left her mouth. I had indeed heard a second voice mixed in with Beth's as she came all over my dick. What a disaster.

"I see. Are you angry? I'd understand if you are, in most peoples eyes it's a sick thing that happened." My mind grills me on how meek my response was. I am her father though, it's not like I can just take a shovel to her head and bury her six feet under. No, no, if any has the right to dob me into the police over something like this, then it is my Joanne and I would merely have to accept the consequences for my crime, my sin.

I see her squirm a bit. She looks unbelievably cute and a thought flashes through my mind. As my eyes adjust to the lighting I can make out the slightly red hue coming from her cheeks. Her eyebrows are raised slightly. Her entire, petite face, from the wide but short forehead, the purest of blonde hair, the small, pointed straight ahead button nose and the unmistakably feminine jawline she has from ear to ear along with her relatively small frame paint her as a picture perfect double of my wife at the same age. Oh how I long for my wife in that moment until Joanne finally starts to talk again.

"Well... I know anger and disgust is probably a normal reaction for seeing what happened between you and Beth. But that isn't what I felt, dad. I stood there and watched the whole thing. From when Beth ripped the shower door open to when you finished together on the corner of the counter. I've never seen my sister smile like that or sound so happy before. As I watched you, I fingered myself and came at the same time Beth did. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. But underlying all of that is the feeling of jealousy. Not anger. Not disgust. Just raw jealousy." Now Joanne straddles me. I'm naked without the covers over me but that's the least of my concerns right now as the feel of Joanne's baby smooth legs and the warmth of her body finds a direct connection with mine through both my flanks whilst she manages to tuck those beneath the blankets in a seemingly fluid motion. My dick juts out to attention as she takes a seat on my lap but the covers keep us apart, to the dismay of my pecker. She leans down, both hands resting, gently on my chest. Her large, C-class cleavage on display, just dangling in front of my face. I can tell she doesn't have a bra on right now. Reminding me of Beth this morning and Joanne's feminine form right now is really making my blood pressure soar.

Joanne continues talking, "Beth has been

the

worst person in my life, even before mom died. She doesn't live up to mom's legacy, she doesn't even look all that much like mom. But

she

gets to replace mom, not me?" She's being pretty quiet despite the emotion in her voice. As she speaks, I'm mostly just listening but fail to react to the fact that she non-chalantly pushes the covers down. When she stops talking, she straddles me again, except this time there was nothing separating us, not even underwear. I gasp. My pre-hardened dick squishes against her cunt lips and she sits, just rocking back and forth, to my shock. I should stop her but how can I after what she saw this morning and after hearing how bad she feels because of it.

"Why not me dad?"

"Oh baby, what happened in the shower with Beth was not meant to happen." When her bare, clean shaven pussy made contact with my helpless, exposed dick she wasn't wet but while the conversation and the rocking continues before me, the drought soon becomes a flood.

Joanne spoke up again, cutting me off. "But it did, Dad. I feel like I've wanted you for forever, like that Christmas present that doesn't quite come until you forget about it. I've been aching to do this ever since my eighteenth birthday and now, finally, I can. I want to be everything you lost when mom died.

As she speaks, I find that I am chastising myself for getting even harder and hornier with every word that leaves her mouth.

"You know you don't have to replace your mother, right? I love you my daughter. My love for you never stopped when your mother died. Not even for Beth, as rotten as she could be at times."

I let out a muffled grunt as Joanne lifts herself just enough to let my dick spring back up before pointing it and sitting on it. She's even tighter than Beth but she doesn't struggle to take me all of the way in to herself in one swift motion.

"But I want to be dad. You haven't had so much as a single date since mom died. I don't think you've even had so much as a one night stand. It's been eight years. You deserve to be happy too."

"Me and your mom were soul mates. There's no one else on this Earth I truly want, except you right now, that is."

For now Joanne is just holding me inside of her as we talk. She's looking directly into my eyes and I hers this entire time.

"You don't want anyone else but right now you want me?"

"Yes, how can I not when you look... and feel so blissfully good." I run a hand upward on her thigh, from the knee until I can rest my hands on her delicious hips.

"But" I say, hesitantly, my dick not wanting to lose its current home right now. "it's not going to be my wife I think of. While we make love it's you and only you I'm seeing, no matter how closely you resemble your mother."

Joanne smiles at me and she adds a swish to her rocking motion, which turns into an elliptical gyration, "I didn't think it would, but that makes me even happier." She adds a little speed at the end of that sentence, "To know that it's really me you want and not just because you see my mother in my face."

I move to sit up and take her nightgown off while I'm at it. Right over her head and cast on to the floor it goes. We don't even notice it land. I kiss her neck. My hands drop down until they find her shoulders. As I feel the softness and warmth of Joanne's skin I remember how in spring, she was a dazzling milk white and now, at the end of summer, as my hands touch this exquisite masterpiece, She's the lightest shade of tan you can get. A sizzling finish to a paint job if ever I saw one. It's real too, not a spray can job. She worked hard to nurture that tan, just so that she could wear it through until winter. Meanwhile, my hands continue their downward decent on her body. I feel every tiny millimetre. On her right shoulder, beneath my left hand, is a tiny beauty mark no wider than the threading hole of a sowing needle.

Joanne rocks, gently, back and forth on my lap, and all we can hear is the wet squishy noise of my solidly inflated dick moving back and fourth in my daughters sopping wet pussy. Now she also has her lips tugging and sucking on my earlobe whilst my hands continue their downward journey. I can feel her shoulder blade move as I pass over the top most edge of it and the contours in her back, closer to her spine. There's something so sensual and sacred about a woman's back. Perfectly soft, but strong with an eye drawing curvature that could never belong to any man. I admire as my hands arrive at the middle over her back that zone on a woman's body that tends to curve inward. A gentle curve that starts at the swell of her breasts. The type you could miss if you weren't in to women. That curve comes outwards again, approaching her hips. Her hips are wide and my hands fill with this beautiful creature. They're as wide as her shoulders, which gives her a killer hour glass figure even life long professional models rarely get.

Then my hands reach her butt. She has the most deliciously soft yet firm and plump ass I've ever felt. It's not very big but between my fingers I want it to keep going for miles. I yank her in closer, which thrusts my dick into her a little deeper as I start getting more serious about fucking my special little girl. She responds to me by crushing her thrusts into me almost violently. Her moans escape out into the room, but they're not terribly loud yet and both my hands are still squarely on her ass. The sensations in my cock as her walls glided to and fro on my crown and shaft feel so intense that there's no way I'm going soft again until I've stuffed someone full of a global supplies worth of milkshake and yet I feel as though I could last all night.

I pushed Joanne flat onto her back. I looked down at her. The way her legs spread around me so lewdly is driving something in me. As my eyes travel upwards on her naval I find myself travelling with them. Oh how divine the ungodly sight of my hangry dick wedged in between her glistening, wet lips is. The moon was at the right angle for lighting to be at it's peak right now. I could see everything about her in a dimmed down sort of way. Her flat stomach displays, proudly the four pack Joanne had been working on getting lately. Just a soft, barely visible and only when actually using it sort of pack. Her stomach would round out to perfection again just as soon as she relaxes. It doesn't stick out at all. There's just enough to put my hands on and admire. Which I do. She has her eyes pinned on me the entire time, responding to my every movement, touch and caress, in her own way.

Her tits come into close view as I lean down, my body still following closely behind my eyes. I give them a brief maul 'n' run as I hurry upwards over one side of her neck, making sure not to neglect her clavicle with my lips.

Then I stop and hover my mouth over her ear and for a moment the only sensation there is, is the motionless sensation of skin on skin contact. This gives her a second or two to relax again and then I whisper delicately in to her ear.

"I'm going to make this very difficult for you but you must be very quiet tonight. Wouldn't want to wake anyone else." I wait for her to communicate an agreement and with little hesitation she nods just that at me.

I move downward on her and I can tell she's wondering what on Earth I'm doing. And then I just do it. No warning or time to prepare. I nose dive straight into her pussy, burying my tongue in there and lick up and down as deeply as I can get. She grabs the bed sheets and lets out a perfectly silent scream of ecstasy as I assault her. I switch to lapping upward, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue each time. By the time I'm ready to switch tactics again she is enthusiastically humping my face.

I stop only enough to adjust my position and then latch on to her clitoris and suckle away at it like a starved kitten while I gently flick at the tip with my tongue. Her arms and legs are flailing as she fights to keep herself quiet under my ministrations.

She looks at me, grinning and then I give her a grin back. This precedes a low moan erupting from her mouth as a single finger from my left hand adds a renewed sensation directly into the walls inside her vagina. Then a second soon follows before I start pumping in and out of her, adding a little hum to mimic a vibrator on her clit, which is still trapped helplessly between my lips. Another, slightly louder moan now leaves her mouth. Nothing Earth shattering, but probably noticeable if you're in a directly adjacent room and awake already. The more turned on and ravenous she becomes, the more my own lust grows for my young Joanne until finally, it reaches a boiling point. I break out from her holding my head into her pussy after some untold amount of time had past and then grabbed her, needily, before yanking her towards me. She seems eager and gasps in delight. I didn't even have to align this time, it just popped right in as we become physically close enough.

I let out a few pleasure filled words at her as I felt it pop in and then I pumped into her like a wild animal.

In seconds, she's coming all over my dick. I make sure to muzzle her mouth with my own, her tongue practically raping my mouth as I inhale her. As she cums, I only pump into her harder and harder. As the first orgasm subsides, I pull up. I lift a leg with me until it's above my head. She tilts slightly and now I am fucking her at a new angle. I'm on the border of going in to a lust craze as I repeatedly pound away at her. She's writhing again and her breathing is about as hard and loud as breathing can get without actually using her voice. The swell of her ample, C's are almost hypnotic as they move up and down, in rhythm with her breathing.

I practically throw the leg aside and grab her tits, a hand on each. My breathing matches the heavy, excited state of her own as the slapping of our wet skin reverberates, loudly throughout the room. I didn't even care if anyone else heard it right that second. Every tiny slap sounds like a gong, somewhere in my head, and my pace slows but the heavy nature of each stroke only grows stronger. I pull out to the crown and then damn near body slam it all of the way down to the hilt back in to her.

We're staring at each other with pure lust right now. The fact that we are father and daughter isn't even part of the equation right now. We're just making love in it's purest form.

When I sense that she's starting to get close I loosen her tits and play with her favoured nipple. I poke, I pull, I tug and I very lightly pinch and then I see it. That moment, in her eyes when she's crossing the edge of climax for a second time. I speed up again and her mouth is opening. I full on kiss her lips as I regain my original pace. I'm on the verge of coming myself. I let it go and just before she reaches the peak of her own glorious climax I reach mine with precision timing. We groan loudly into each others mouths. Her claws have long since torn blood from the flesh of my ass, hips and back.

We unloaded onto each other with a spectacular bang and hugged with a fierceness I'd not experienced since my wife died. Oh to be close and intimate again and with my second daughter of all people. Who could be more deserving. Who other than I luckier?

That is the end of this little adventure. Prey tell I see you again, that I may share another bold story.