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Louisa opened her eyes and sat up, yawning and stretching. Suddenly she fell back and pulled the duvet over her, the memories of last night flooding her mind. She lay still for a few minutes thinking about what had happened. In the light of day it didn't seem so bad, it wasn't as if her Dad had raped her was it? He had spanked her, which she probably deserved for not telling him about Greg, even though she felt to old for a spanking. He had ended up cumming on her stomach as she was stretched over his lap, his hand on her ass. And then she had yelled at him as he tried to apologise.
Louisa felt kind of bad, he had been trying to sorry, and she supposed that a lot of people would be flattered, if she was hot enough to make her own Father cum when she was simply bent over in an old tee and a pair of panties then she was more attractive than she thought. And she couldn't deny that she had felt a bit turned on as he had shot his seed all over her.
"God, I am so confused," she mumbled to herself, "I should be mad as hell!" She decided to have a shower and then go down and just pretend it hadn't happened. She would tell her Dad about Greg, and that he had been right and that would be an end to it all. She hoped.
As she wandered down the hall to the bathroom she could hear her Dad pottering around in the kitchen already. She switched the water on, and turned it to hot. She looked in the mirror expecting herself to look tired, stressed, but she looked and felt fresh as a daisy. She knew she had slept deeply and put it down to all the spent adrenaline. She could see a patch on her t-shirt that was a slightly different colour to the rest, she touched it, and it felt almost stiff under her fingers. She realised she hadn't changed her top last night after her Dad had cum on it, she had just fallen asleep in it and it had dried in the night.
She pulled it off quickly, then feeling curious, put it to her nose and sniffed the patch. It had a faint musky smell. She dropped it to the floor. "Urgh, what am I doing?" she yelled to herself. "How could she call him the sick one, when she was here sniffing his dried cum on her shirt?" She wondered. She climbed into the shower and stood under the hot water, hoping to wash all her confusion and anger away. She washed her hair, then her body, unconsciously scrubbing at her stomach where her Dad had cum.
Dean heard Louisa creep along the hall, and then the water begin to run as she turned on the shower. That meant she would be downstairs soon. Panic flared up inside him suddenly and he spilt a bit of coffee on his shirt. "Shit" he mumbled. He took off his shirt and put it down infront of the washing machine. He had a minor case of the shakes. He smiled to himself a little, not feeling very amused, just remembering he had not felt this nervous since he had proposed to Robin, Louisa's Mum. He had no clue how to face Louisa now, what to say, or how he could possibly make things up to her, and gain her trust again. He thought he would just wait and see how she was with him before going wading in and making things worse. He heard the water shut off and his stomach was filled with butterflies again.
Louisa got out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack. She wrapped it around herself enjoying the feel of the soft material against her skin. She had decided to tell her Dad to just forget what had happened the night before and just carry on as they had been. She thought she might even suggest they went out for lunch so he knew she really was ok. She towel dried her hair and went into her room, putting on some simple pyjama's consisting of baby blue shorts and a matching blue tank top with little butterflies all over.
She took a deep breath, "Right, lets do this." She made her way downstairs to face her Dad.
Dean was busy ironing another shirt when he heard Louisa coming down the stairs. She came around the corner and into the kitchen. He put the iron down and stared at her. He had always thought Louisa a very pretty girl, and last night he had wanted her but here before him now he thought she looked like an angel. Her damp hair hung about her face in loose waves and her eyes were bright and sparkling. Her skin had that freshly washed glow, and she smelled fruity and delicious. He let his eyes wander quickly down her body taking in her soft curves and luscious legs. Her nipples were not fully erect but close enough, and he could see their raised shape under her vest. "That's probably because she's nervous." He thought to himself.
Louisa cleared her throat, "Erm...Dad..." His eyes snapped up to hers quickly, and then looked away guiltily.
"Dad, can we just forget about last night please? I'm not sure what happened, but I'd rather just go back to how we were. And it turns out you were right about Greg, he finished me last night after he found out you knew about us." Louisa said.
Relief washed over Dean in a great wave. "Yes...yes, of course we can sweetheart, I am so sorry, but you are right, we'll just forget it ever happened, ok?"
"Ok, do you fancy going for some lunch later, or are you at work?" Louisa asked.
"Yes that sounds great sweetie, I've got the day off today so it's fine." He lied, he had already phoned in sick, wanting to get things sorted with Louisa as soon as possible rather than letting it stew. He would never have been able to concentrate anyway.
"Great, I'll go get ready, give me a shout when you're ready." With that she turned and walked off. Dean caught himself staring at her ass as it had swayed before him out of the room.
Louisa went into her room. She felt much better having sorted out the events of the night before but she still felt confused about her Dad. It was obvious he still wanted her, she had seen the way he had been looking at her down in the kitchen, with such open desire, the only thing was, she had enjoyed it, she had felt so turned on watching his eyes travel up and down her body. Even her nipples had started to harden, and she just prayed her Dad hadn't noticed.
She reached up now and touched them, they were so hard under her fingers, and her fingers sent little bolts of electricity through her body. She went over to her bed and laid back, her fingers still caressing her stiff nipples. She had snuck a quick peek at him, whilst he had stared at her, and he still looked very good. His body was toned and muscled, still lightly tanned from when they'd gone to Lanzarote a couple of months back. He had dark brown hair leading from his belly button to...well, to below the waistband of his trousers. She pinched her nipples softly and let out a soft moan. His eyes were brilliant green like hers, his hair darker than hers, almost black, now with fine silver strands of grey. He wore it longish, to his neck and it was loose and curly. He did not look 41 at all, and her friends were always commenting on how hot he was.