We were alone finally. The day had been tough, burying my wife and her mother. Stassy and I had been estranged from Lily and each other for several years but had come together to help each other get through Lily's death. The service was over, the body, as it were, was buried. The guests had left. The house was finally empty, except for us.
"Stassy, care for a drink,?" I offered. Stassy looked up at me with wide eyes and a slightly sad expression. She merely nodded. I went and poured us both a glass of wine.
When I handed it to her, Stassy looked up at me and sighed. At times, she reminded me of her mom and this was one of them. I was reminded of a time when we were still dating back about 25 years ago. We had been out and seen a car crash. We were both shaken as someone had died. Stassy's facial expression brought back that night. I reached out to her and touched her cheek.
"Thanks, Dad, for being here and for standing so tall for me. I would have been a puddle if I was by myself." she said as she looked deep into my eyes. She shifted forward and the hanging front of her dress bulged forward and I got a brief flash of her ample and very nice chest.
I began to turn away but she grabbed my hand and held it to her cheek and began to weep. I stopped and stroked her head with my other hand, noting the smooth softness of her hair. I pressed into her, inadvertently with my crotch. She reached around me and hugged me against her head. She rubbed her face and cheeks against me and, I thought, into my now rapidly rising dick. She moaned a bit as she noticed that which she had raised. I could swear I felt her open her mouth and trace the length of my cock through my trousers. She seemed to bite down slightly on me. I tried to pull back but she held fast and actually strengthened her grip.
I reached down a bit further and lifted her jaw so as to look into her eyes again. She briefly looked at me and then snuggled back into my crotch. I persisted and repeated lifting her jaw.
"What are you doing, girl?"
"I don't know, Dad. I think I want you." I was stunned by this. My little girl of 20 was admitting to a desire that many had but few acted upon. I had to admit that Stassy reminded me of her mom much more than a little, with both having very similar figures and facial features. I missed my wife and looking down at Stassy I began to feel overwhelmed again. I lifted her up and took her in my arms. She looked at me, now I could see her face clearly, with lust as much as love. Our faces moved towards each other. Our lips touched tentatively, then hungrily, quickly moving to a full on lip lock. We, father and daughter, were snogging!
I ran my hands up and down her nice taught and very feminine body as she did the same to mine. Our passions rose with each passing moment and touch. I grabbed her right butt cheek with my left hand and she gasped.
"Dad! Oh my ass! I love your hands on my ass!"Stassy burst out with. I moved my other hand to her other butt cheek and she began to roll her bum from hip to hip. I kissed my way down her neck as we did this. I could smell her and I became more aroused than I had been in years. I ground my very hard dick into her crotch and she responded as only women do, by lifting up and wrapping her lovely long legs around me to accept my attentions.
I groaned into her upper chest and held fast to her behind. I walked us from the living room towards the bedroom. She pulled back and said "Dad! Yes, lets! I need this!"