Averys Lust

Avery's Lust

Disclaimer:Not real people, everyone is 18/18+

I watched as my dad, Rex, mowed the lawn. His shirt off and the pair of gym shorts he wore maybe a hair too tight. Sweat kissing his tan skin while his graying black hair clung to his forehead. Dad's steel gray eyes caught sight of me standing on the porch with a glass of sweet tea and he turned off the lawn mower to come get it and take a break.

"Thanks, Avery. I really needed this." He said as he took a long drink. I watched the sweat move over his throat as he drank and wondered what he would do if I bit him there. I giggled at the thought and he looked at me curiously.

"Happy to help any way I can dad." I said my own blue eyes mischievous as I took his empty glass and smiled up at him. We were like night and day he and I. I was blonde and bubbly while he was dark and collected. We were all each other had though. His family had abandoned him and mom had left me on his doorstep after a one night stand when he was 18.

"You better get back in there and finish that essay for my class. I'll still flunk you even though you're my daughter." he said with a wink and I scowled. He was also a strict literature professor, and I was in his American lit class.

"Yes, Professor." I said mockingly and went back into our little 2 bedroom home. It wasn't much but it was enough for us, we had been here for as long as I could remember. I sat back at the kitchen table and bent back over my laptop to finish my essay.

Dad wandered in huffing and puffing, coated in sweat, and heading straight for the shower. I watched as he walked into the bathroom without grabbing clothes to change into. I rolled my eyes and went into his room to get him something to wear. Suddenly the door burst open and dad ran in with nothing on. I yelped in surprise and blushed, dropping the gym shorts in my hands.

"AVERY!" My dad shouted in surprise and I covered my face in embarrassment. My mind filled with instant images of his sculpted body and his huge cock.

"I'm sorry! I noticed you didn't grab clothes and I was gonna bring you some!" I exclaimed my mind racing with every detail of my father's bare body. I heard his feet approaching me, then his breath ghosted over my face as he did something in front of me.

"I'm covered now sweetie. I'm really sorry. Go back to your computer. I'm gonna have a shower." Dad said and gave me a pat on the head. My body wouldn't move. I was too afraid I would uncover my eyes and he would be mad at me.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked with a sniffle, tears starting to trail down my face. Movement in front of me was the only warning I got before I was in my father's arms. He hugged me tightly and patted my head.

"Of course not honey. This was my fault Avery. Please don't cry." He said and I finally uncovered my face to find his kind smile not far away. He pecked me on the cheek and stood up from where he was kneeling in front of me. He walked out the door and I heard the bathroom door shut. I was trembling as I walked back to my computer and saved my progress on the essay. It wasn't due till Monday and it was only Friday night.

"I need to draw." I whispered and ran to my room and dug out my large sketch pad and some charcoal. My eyes got wide as I brought the small chunk of charcoal to the paper and let my mind fill with the flash of my father I had seen. My hands flew over the paper as I did a rough sketch of his amazingly toned body. Then my hands froze as I carefully sketched his cock, my hand trembling.

"Daddy." I whispered then flipped to the next page simply drawing his amazing length as it had laid there against his leg. He had been semi hard I realized. He had walked in on me bent over in my miniskirt. My face turned bright red as I realized too late I had chosen my red thong today. The one that sometimes slid between my lips.

"Did he look?" I wondered as I shifted, feeling the slip of the thong between my pussy lips. I decided to change into pajamas. I went out to the hall and to the kitchen washing my hands in the sink while I listened to the shower run. I sighed and went back to my room and changed, I pulled off my panties and tossed them in the dirty clothes basket. I picked out some short terry cloth shorts and a silk nightie, both in a soft purple. I grabbed a small sketchbook and went to the living room to continue to sketch.

I was absorbed in another detailed drawing of my father's naked form, his large hands, his even larger cock. I bit my lower lip in concentration as my pencil went across the page. My fantasy slowly unveiling itself on paper.

"Avery!" Dad called loudly and my head shot up as I stashed the sketchbook behind me on the couch. He was standing there in his shorts and a tank top, hands on his hips.

"I've been talking to you for a minute at least. What are you drawing that's got you so absorbed?" He asked with a curious look and a smile. I blushed and scooted further over to hide my sketchbook.

"It's private! I was sketching something personal. I don't feel like sharing." I said and he looked surprised but nodded. He would respect me and leave me to my privacy.

"How does pineapple and bacon pizza sound for dinner?" He asked and I cheered up instantly. I grabbed my sketchbook and flipped it close before pulling out my phone and getting on the pizza app.

"Sounds delicious! I'll get it ordered." I said and he chuckled.

"I'll get that movie you've been wanting to see set up." He said turning on the TV and ordering the scary movie I wanted to watch.

Soon he was in his chair and I was curled up on the couch munching pizza while he ate a grilled salmon salad he made ahead of time. We watched the monster that looked like a man from a distance kill innocent people in the back streets of New York City.

"I really don't get why you like these movies." dad said as he watched the mimic eat another young woman while I sat wide eyed.

"It's the adrenaline. Every jump scare is another shot of endorphins." I said my eyes sparkling. My dad laughed and went to take our dishes to the sink. I smirked and snuck into his recliner while he was gone. I stretched out in the warmth he left behind in the soft leather. The scent of his shampoo and body wash filled my head as I tucked myself back into the chair. I closed my eyes for a moment and just enjoyed dad's presence.

"Can I have my chair back, honey?" Dad said and my eyes popped open. He was standing there with a slice of the cheesecake he had gotten for his sugar of the week. My tongue darted out of my mouth and ran along my lips as I eyed the cheesecake.

"Can I have a bite?" I asked in return and he laughed and nodded. He tried to hand me the fork but I turned my nose up at him. I crossed my arms and opened my mouth. "Ah." I said and raised an eyebrow.

"Avery, you're not five." He said but got a large bite on the fork and brought it to my mouth. I took the bite and moaned as the rich flavor melted over my tongue. My eyes met his as I ran my tongue over the end of the fork and then my lips.

"Delicious, may I have more, Professor?" I asked and my dad's hand shook as he cut another bite for me and bent down to feed it to me. He watched as the fork went into my mouth and my lips closed around the tasty treat at the end. Dad made a noise in his throat as I bit my lip and looked up into his hooded gray eyes.

"I think that's enough, Avery." He said and went to sit on the couch. I watched him curiously, he didn't usually let me win this little territorial battle. He would usually pull me from the chair or trade his treat to make me move. He had done neither this time and just sat broodingly on the couch eating the other half of his dessert.

I turned back to my movie, wondering if I had gone too far with my little flirt. Suddenly dad got up from the couch and rushed back to his room leaving his partially finished cheesecake behind.

"What?" I said out loud at his weird behavior. I hopped out of dad's chair and walked over to get his cheesecake. I froze when I noticed my sketchbook open beside it. Open to the page I had been drawing dad's cock on.

"Oh fuck." I whispered and winced. Despite me telling him it was private he had snooped anyway and had seen my pictures of him. There was no way he didn't know it was him because I could draw his face from memory. I grabbed my sketchbook and went to my room, slamming the door angrily and screaming in rage. I was angry and embarrassed and I didn't know why.

"Am I? Am I in love with dad?" I asked the menagerie of plushies on my bed. They were silent as my emotions rolled like a storm. I had known I felt more than just what a daughter should feel, but love...I wasn't sure. My heart was pounding at the thought that I might be in love with dad.

"Rex, does he have any feelings for me too?" I wondered aloud. I shook my head and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and went to the bathroom then went back to my room. I caught dad coming out of his room right as I was about to go into mine. He was out of his tank top and my eyes feasted on the muscles of his chest. My eyes drifted downward till they rested on...his erection. Our gazes met as my eyes snapped back to his and I knew he had caught me looking.

"Avery, about your sketches." He started to speak and I immediately got angry. Tears filled my eyes as I turned to confront him.

"I told you those were private!" I snapped at him as I started to cry. I didn't need him breaking my trust on top of everything else I was dealing with.

"Avery, I'm sorry. I sat on the book and curiosity got the better of me. I shouldn't have looked but I did." he stepped out of his room and stepped up to me. He was a lot taller than me, over a foot taller than me actually.

"Sweetheart I know as an artist you have a certain 'curiosity' for the human form but mine isn't the one to draw." He said and I turned bright red and more tears burned down my face at my embarrassment.

"I told you not to look. Those were my private sketches. Just for me." I whispered and slammed my bedroom door in his face. He pounded on it and called my name.

"Avery! Come out here!" He called as I trashed the sketches I had made of him.

"No! You are such an...invader! You invaded my privacy!" I yelled back and heard him slam his fist into the wall before stomping off to his room and slamming his door. I curled up in bed and started to bawl, crying so hard I got hiccups. There was so much conflict in my mind. My love for my dad was beyond that of a daughter. I clearly was attracted to him too. I threw a plushie across the room in frustration. Curling into my pillows I let the exhaustion from crying take over and fell into a restless sleep.

I woke up feeling like crap. I'd had dreams about dad all night. Of his big hands caressing my body. How it would feel to be underneath him with his big cock pumping in and out of me. I shivered, I was still a virgin, how could I want my dad to take my virginity. I did though. I wanted him to fill me up and take that special gift from me. My hands filled themselves with a pencil and I was at my sketch pad again.

A gentle knock at my door was what pulled me away from the detailed drawing of dad I was working on. I closed the sketch pad and went to the door to find dad there looking sheepish.

"Avery, about yesterday. I was in the wrong. I shouldn't have looked through your sketchbook when you said it was private." He said and I looked up at him with hope that maybe we could make up.

"But honey, why were you drawing my...my jewels." He asked for lack of a better term. I blushed, maybe we weren't going to make up.

"I...um, just needed to...practice?" I said, trying to find an excuse. He looked at me in disbelief.

"Do you really want to draw old Rex that badly?" He asked and I nodded my blues eyes cast down and he sighed.

"Would you like me to pose for you?" He asked and my heart leapt. He was offering to pose nude for me. It was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.

"Yes! Please, dad, I could use the practice on the male form." I said and he sighed but nodded.

"Just tell me what to do and where to go." He said and I squealed in delight, grabbing my easel and giant sketch pad and rushing to the living room where I would have good light. Dad followed me out to the living room still only in his shorts from yesterday. I set up my easel and sketch pad then got a kitchen chair from the table.

"Strip, and sit in this chair while I get the lighting just right." I said and he did as I asked. My eyes roamed over him as he took off his shorts. His cock was soft but still hung against his leg and he had to move his balls as he sat on the chair. I quickly adjusted the lighting of the room to my liking and went behind my easel.

"Can you relax a little more and look slightly away from me?" I asked and he obliged. He let his shoulders relax and he looked toward the TV, his expression neutral.

"How's this?" he asked and I smiled, I wasn't sure if he was humoring me or not but I wouldn't complain.

"Perfect." I said and began to sketch, getting absorbed into my drawing and my father's breathtaking body.

"I hope this gets this obsession with me out of your system." He said and I looked up from my easel, he thought this was a phase.

"Dad, did you have dreams last night?" I asked before going back to my sketch, I noticed movement at his crotch. He was looking away from me, he wouldn't see what I did next.

"Dreams, I'm not sure what you mean honey. What kinds of dreams?" He asked, intentionally staring into the void of the TV. He didn't see as I took my top off and stripped my shorts to the ground. I stood behind my easel as naked as he was ready to make my move on him.

"Dreams about skin, about me crying out underneath you. Of lips and teeth, fingers touching where they pleased. No hesitation, no holding back." I whispered seductively and he suddenly covered himself and looked over at me.

"Avery, how!?" He exclaimed then I stepped out from behind my easel and his jaw dropped. His eyes roamed my body like they were starving for me, and when he got to my bare pussy he groaned.

"I had dreams like that too, Daddy." I whispered using the term of endearment in an all too sexual way. I walked over to him, he seemed frozen to the chair as I approached. My hands slid up his thighs as I leaned into him and looked into his eyes.

"I think I'm in love with you daddy." I whispered and leaned up kissing his lips experimentally. He grabbed me and crushed our mouths together in a claiming kiss. His tongue took over my mouth as he opened his legs and pulled me tight to his chest. I felt his thick head and shaft pressing into my lower belly and I shivered. He released me from the kiss and wiped the thin trail of his saliva from the corner of my mouth.

"Go get in my bed. It's time we talked about how much I love you, sweet girl." He said and my eyes went wide. He had feelings for me too. I kissed his lips one more time before I ran off to his bedroom and scrambled into his bed. I laid myself open for him, spreading my legs and waiting for his big body to cover mine.

"Oh my sweet Avery. I have been watching you for so long." He said as he stood in the doorway and admired me. "I've watched you grow into this amazingly sexy woman. Far outshining anyone I've known, and all I've wanted was to love you." He said as he approached the bed.

"Love me please, dad, I want you to make love to me. I want you to be my first." I said and his eyes got wide. Then his lids lowered in lust. He climbed on the bed and pulled me under him, nearly growling as he nuzzled into my neck. I felt so safe and secure with his warm weight on top of me. His cock pressed needily against my slit, the thick head parting my folds as he held me and nibbled at my throat.

"Oh my sweet girl, I plan to do so much more than just make love to you. I plan to give you pleasure like you've never known." He said and reached down to slowly slide himself into me. I moaned at the thrill of finally having him inside me. Then he thrust forward and I felt sudden sharp pain that faded to a dull ache. I cried out and he pulled me close and held me.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked and I quickly shook my head, I wanted this more than anything. He smiled and stroked my hair as he slowly began moving his hips. Soon the ache faded and the slide of his cock inside me felt like heaven.

"Faster, it feels so good." I moaned as I gripped dad's shoulders and pressed my knees into his sides. Dad growled in my ear and began to thrust into me faster and harder. He angled his hips and suddenly he was hitting something deep inside me that made pleasure explode through my body. Cries of ecstasy fell from my lips with every meeting of our hips as he brought me to the edge of bliss.

"Ah! DADDY!" I heard myself scream for him as my orgasm shattered me. My entire body clenched with pleasure as I trembled from the force of it. Dad pumped his hips into me a few more times before buying himself deeply inside me and making an animal noise as he came. I could feel every pulse of his cock as he put his seed in me.

"Avery, oh, my baby girl. I love you." He said as he laid little kisses over my face and neck. Giggles bubbled up from my chest at his antics.

"Dad, I love you. That was incredible. Can we do it again?" I asked and he smiled, his cock twitching inside me.

"We can do it till you're a mom, sweet girl. Till I've planted my seed in you." He said and I moaned. He pulled out of me and gently turned me over. My eyes went wide as I realized what he wanted. I immediately raised my ass in the air and he chuckled at my enthusiasm. I felt him move over me, once again the comforting weight of him covered me and I felt protected. His breath felt warm against the back of my neck as he pushed the head of his cock into me.

"Ah! You feel so much bigger this way." I whimpered as he slid into me taking his time so I could stretch.

"Baby girl, you feel so good. I need to...breed you." He growled and began to thrust into me. I cried out at the new sensation the position gave me. Dad's length inside me hit all new places and soon I was gripping the sheets as his powerful thrusts threatened to move me up the bed. He gripped my hips as his own slammed into my ass, the sound of slapping skin and cries of pleasure echoed through the room. Another intense orgasm started to build up in me and I whimpered as I reached for my clit.

"Good girl, cum, cum for your daddy." He groaned as he began to thrust erratically Into me, the pulsing of his cock inside me told me he was cuming. I rubbed my clit fiercely as I drove myself over the edge. I cried out loudly for my dad as I came my cum soaking my fingers as pleasure consumed me. He stroked over my back as I trembled through my orgasm and when I collapsed he pulled out of me and laid down pulling me to his chest.

"My sweet Avery, my baby girl. Why didn't you ever tell me you felt this way?" He asked and I sighed.

"Because I know we aren't supposed to feel this way, but I can't help it. I love you daddy." I said and he smiled as he tucked me into his arms and held me close.

"I love you too, I'm so glad you confessed to me." he said and I yawned. I was so tired after so many orgasms, my body felt loose and comfy. Soon sleep was taking over my thoughts as darkness crept into my vision.

I woke from my nap starving and in an empty bed. A nightie was laid out at the end of the bed for me and I could smell bacon and pancakes cooking. Giggling I bounced out of bed and pulled on my nightie. I followed the smells to the kitchen where dad was making us some late breakfast.

"Hey sweetie, how was your nap?" He asked as I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He chuckled and put down his spatula to turn and hold me.