Rebecca And John Pt 04

Author's note:

This is the fourth chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which Rebecca and her dad continue crossing lines.

I strongly recommend reading the first three chapters before this.

The warning still applies that this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and that it's a slow burn with heavy romance elements. Also, this chapter features some spanking too.

Glad you're still with me - enjoy!

Friday

John woke up slowly, and even though it was well before his alarm clock would have gone off, he was feeling pretty well rested. His drowsy mind was awash with the naughty dreams he'd had about his beautiful daughter.

Having his beautiful girl masturbate next to him on the couch, making her tease herself until she got so horny she couldn't think straight. Clamping his hand over her mouth and looking into her hazel eyes - wide open, begging him to let her have the proper release that he'd then denied her. Watching her squirm and buck her hips as he'd made her ruin her orgasm, enjoying the desperate moans and whimpers into his palm.

The feeling of her warm, needy body next to him.

She'd played the reluctant, innocent girl being forced to expose herself to her lecherous old dad to perfection as he'd jerked off to the view of her twitching, needy, wet pussy. He'd blown his load as she looked on enviously, not allowed to touch herself while she watched him have the full, satisfying orgasm that he hadn't allowed her.

Of course, the best part had been the signs that she'd thoroughly enjoyed every second of her torture. The signs had been subtle - she was a wonderful actress - but unmistakable. She'd absolutely loved it.

The images ignited a fire inside him which woke him up further... and that's when he remembered.

Fuck.

That had all really happened, hadn't it?

He braced for the feeling of guilt to hit him like a speeding freight train.

But it didn't happen. He waited a couple more seconds, thinking that the part of his brain where it resided might not be fully awake yet.

Still nothing.

After a minute or so of waiting for the moral hangover to belatedly kick in, he found himself smiling again, replaying the events of last night in his head.

He realized that he didn't feel bad; not even slightly. Every time he tried to somehow force himself to regret his actions, all that showed up was Rebecca's overjoyed expression when he'd agreed to her bizarre proposal, the deep love he felt for her - beyond anything a father should feel for his daughter - and how he saw his own feelings for her reflected in her beautiful eyes.

He was simply happy. Happier than he'd been in a long while.

He didn't regret anything, and he wasn't angry at himself. If anything, he resented the rules society had set down that prevented him from dancing around in the front yard, proclaiming loudly to everyone in earshot how much he loved his precious, wonderful, sexy daughter, and listing all the naughty things he couldn't wait to do to her.

He finally allowed himself to relax again.

Thinking of the forbidden pleasures he'd shared with his daughter last night - and all the fresh ideas that had generated in his mind - had made its effects felt. He had a raging morning wood, the likes of which he hadn't experienced since his teen years.

He briefly considered beating himself off, but quickly discarded the idea, deciding to save it for later, thinking that he'd rather do something fun with Rebecca. Besides, the poor girl hadn't had a proper climax in over a week while he'd had a monumental one just last night, so he was hardly in a position to complain about having to wait a little while, was he?

He idly considered the ways he might torment her, and whether he should let her cum today. He wanted to - he practically couldn't wait to see her fall apart in a big, satisfying orgasm - but she seemed to enjoy her frustration so much. So probably not, he decided. Of course, he wouldn't tell her that. She'd just have to find out the hard way.

He didn't feel bad about that, either. It was blatantly obvious that his precious daughter found her desperation at least as exciting as he did, and the only reason he enjoyed this so much was exactly because she did too.

All he'd ever wanted was to make her happy, and this was most certainly making her happy. It was, without a doubt, unconventional, but so what?

Maybe they could have a short teasing session before she left for school today, he mused. A little something to keep her excited during the day. He'd like that, but he would never force it upon her - he'd just wait and see if it looked like she was in the mood for a little naughty morning fun and take it from there.

It gave him a moment's pause to notice how effortlessly his thoughts had gone to places that would have been unthinkable to him only a short while before.

You're a seriously warped old man, John,

he thought to himself.

He shook his head and chuckled softly to himself as he reflected that he now knew what it felt like to be a depraved pervert.

Pretty damn good,

he decided,

and if we go to hell, we'll go together, and I'm sure we'll have a great time there as well.

He got up to grab another cold shower and get breakfast ready for his no doubt hungry - and definitely horny - daughter.

*****

Rebecca yawned and stretched as she roused from her slumber. It had been a while since she'd slept so snugly. She felt dazed with pent-up frustration, and she had to make a conscious effort not to start touching herself. It made her feel naughty, like a complete slut who needed strict discipline just to keep her hands off herself.

She smiled. It was a pretty amazing feeling.

Yesterday came trickling back into her mind, and she couldn't stop herself from giggling at the thought that it was all real. It felt totally insane, and once again, she considered whether she really had gone crazy yesterday and was just imagining everything. Well, she could live with that if the last day had been any indication.

She stretched again and looked at her phone. It was still a while until she'd usually get up, but she didn't really feel like she needed any more rest. Besides, she was

way

too horny to drift off again after replaying the night's events in her mind, so she might as well get the day started.

Her panties felt soaked as she got out of bed - pretty much the new normal by now - so she peeled them off and threw them in the general direction of her hamper, not caring any more than usual whether she hit or missed. She located some fresh underwear, grabbed her towel, and headed for the bathroom, deciding that her daddy's oversized t-shirt she was still wearing was sufficiently decent.

As an afterthought, she also considered that the loose garment might make it easier for her to tease her daddy a little in return. She knew he liked looking at her, and after all, he'd given her so much last night... and one good turn deserved another, didn't it?

Realizing that she was actively planning to flash her own father - and the fact that it was making her so aroused to think about - caused another giggle. She didn't suppose that a lot of her fellow daughters out there based their clothing choices on how easy it would be to put on a show for their fathers.

They didn't know what they were missing.

Just doing what any thoroughly depraved little girl would do,

she thought merrily, feeling exquisitely perverted, pondering all the wonderful and exciting ways she might light a fire in his loins.

As she went out into the hallway, she could hear the shower running inside the bathroom.

A widening grin crept across her face as a spontaneous plan formed itself in her mind. She quickly made her preparations and waited outside the closed bathroom door, practicing her best innocent look.

*****

John dried off, his erection having finally subsided, due in no small part to the cool water. He pulled on his boxers and a t-shirt, not having brought anything else with him. He'd better finish dressing and get downstairs before Rebecca woke up. He opened the bathroom door.

And then he dropped his lower jaw on the floor.

"Good morning, daddy! Sleep well?" Rebecca beamed innocently, turning to face him.

Of course, it would have been a lot more innocent, had she been wearing anything except a towel, casually slung over her shoulder, along with the clear signs of her persistent arousal.

He did an involuntary once-over, taking in her naked form - the firm round globes of her perfect breasts, the nipples standing erect, the gorgeous curves of her hips and legs, that cute little neatly trimmed line of pubic hair over her slit, and the slight glistening along her labia.

Then he did a twice-over without thinking, to her well-hidden amusement.

He attempted to carefully enunciate a comment, but his mouth apparently got confused by the small detail that his brain didn't have a suitably witty line ready, so it just sort of defaulted to factory settings and produced an unintelligible sound instead.

Her smile widened a bit, but she kept up the pretense, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Oh, you always know just what to say, daddy," she said playfully, without a hint of sarcasm.

She stood up on her tiptoes to give him a good morning kiss that went quite a way beyond the usual peck. He felt her warm, naked body pressing against him and her tongue twirling around his. His hands somehow found themselves on her hips, her soft skin hot to his touch, and he had to fight to make them stay there instead of engaging in an enthusiastic exploration of the new and exciting territory they had unexpectedly found themselves in.

So much for having lost the boner,

he thought wryly, feeling his newly hard cock straining against his boxers, pressing against her stomach through the fabric.

Then she released him and smiled again, as if everything was completely normal.

"I'll just grab a quick shower," she chimed brightly and squeezed past him into the bathroom, happily humming the tune of some pop song, while he blinked and continued his gaffed-fish imitation for a moment longer.

Oh, no you don't,

he thought as his naked daughter waltzed past him, forcing himself out of his stupor. Without really thinking, he half-turned and landed a forceful slap on her bare ass as she passed him by, making her yelp in surprise and delight.

Before she could react further, he promptly turned away and headed for his room to get dressed.

"Go ahead, baby girl. I'll have breakfast done soon," he called after her, his tone as normal and cheerful as he could manage.

She had definitely won this round, he smiled to himself, but at least he'd managed to put a point on the board. Even better, she'd made it abundantly clear that she was very much in the mood for mischief on this fine Friday morning.

There was just no way around it, he thought. He'd definitely need to punish her for this.

Which would without a doubt just encourage her further. He smiled to himself.

*****

Rebecca congratulated herself on her well-executed plan as she laid out her clean underwear and hung up her towel. His reaction had been exactly what she'd aimed for, and it excited her no end that she was able to make him lose his otherwise well-developed capacity for coherent speech.

The kiss had been great too. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing panties at the time, she reflected, or she would have soaked yet another pair, helped along by the feeling of his tongue in her mouth and his hard cock pressing against her naked body. And the sting in her butt reminded her of his snappy comeback, which had also been very nice.

Yup. She'd definitely have to do stuff like this more often.

She turned on the water. It was still set to the very cool end of the scale, which was probably for the best. She hadn't given it much thought yesterday morning, but today, her brain was working well enough to join the dots.

Daddy had apparently started taking cold showers too.

I wonder why that is,

she thought and smirked, feeling very pleased with herself.

She showered quickly and efficiently, partly because the water temperature was set somewhere between uncomfortably cold and freezing, but mostly because she couldn't wait to get downstairs.

She dried herself off and was about to put on her underwear when she hesitated. She'd brought conservative cotton undies without thinking, but she decided that she'd rather wear something a little more daring for breakfast today, so she just grabbed it and padded back to her room, naked.

She didn't have anything else in the same category as the sheer lingerie set she'd worn yesterday evening, but she did have some lacy stuff that was pretty exciting, so she slipped into that instead, making a mental note to hear if Janie might be up for a shopping trip later so she could expand the part of her wardrobe she'd recently started labelling 'stuff I'd like to show daddy'.

For the rest of her outfit, she went with a scandalously short black skirt - again sending a warm thought to Janie's persuasiveness - along with a pink crop top that she'd bought before her breasts had grown to their current size, but which was stretchy enough to still accommodate her, particularly after she dropped the idea of wearing anything underneath it. It left plenty of skin visible, including some serious cleavage. Not exactly practical clothes for a cold autumn morning, but it was warm enough inside the house, and she had plenty of time to change again before leaving for school.

Feeling inspired, she also did something different with her hair that she thought would go very nicely with the skimpy outfit, and then, as quietly as she could manage, she snuck down the stairs to surprise her daddy.

*****

John was just about done cooking breakfast. His cock had softened somewhat, although it blankly refused to go completely limp, evidently suspecting that more excitement would be incoming in the near future and deciding that standing down completely would be a waste of time.

As it turned out, Rebecca didn't disappoint it.

He hadn't heard her enter the kitchen, so he almost jumped when he turned around and saw her standing there, feet together, her hands demurely clasped behind her back, a not-so-innocent smile playing around her lips.

What a vision.

She'd opted for a skirt so short it was barely two steps beyond a wide belt - even standing up straight, her lacy white panties were clearly visible - along with a top that struck a decisive blow in the struggle to reduce the world's overuse of fabrics. It was tight enough to make it readily apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, and that her nipples were still hard.

And she'd put her hair up in a pair of pigtails, completing the naughty little girl look to perfection.

"Hi, daddy," she smiled sweetly, her twinkling eyes intermittently flickering down to see if there was any reaction in his pants, her smile widening almost imperceptibly as she noted the new activity there. "I'll get the plates," she offered before he could say anything, and proceeded to bend over at the hips to reach the low cupboard, providing him with an ample view of her beautiful ass, as well as the pretty white lace of the panties that framed it to perfection.

She was definitely still playing the 'let's see how excited I can get daddy' game, and she was a pro, as evidenced by his cock standing to attention once more. He was amused to note that the faint reddish imprint of his hand was still visible on her left ass-cheek. He briefly considered gifting her with a matching one on the other side but reluctantly decided to save that for later in the interests of discretion.

"Don't you look pretty today," he commented instead, deciding to play it cool.

"Thanks, daddy!" she beamed as she passed him the plates and went to the fridge to get her customary morning orange juice. Despite the bright orange and very visible jug being located in the upper half of the door - a fact she knew very well - she spent an inordinate amount of time looking for it at the very bottom, bending over again. Just to make sure it hadn't moved down there to hide, of course.

John wasn't complaining about the view, and it's not as if his cock could get much harder anyway, so he just paused for a while, a filled plate in each hand, taking a while to enjoy the scenery.

She finally straightened up again, looking back and seeing the hungry look on his face as his eyes lingered on her mostly exposed body. She put on an impressive imitation of a shocked look.

"Why, daddy!" she said, her voice dripping with mock disapproval but her eyes twinkling with delight. Her gaze slid down his body in return, fixing on the now very visible bulge in his pants. "Fathers really shouldn't be looking at their daughters like that, you know."

"Well, maybe daughters shouldn't be strutting around half-naked in front of their fathers either," he shot back as he put the plates on the table, the corner of his mouth curling despite his stern tone. "I sure hope you're not planning to go to class like that, young lady."

She felt a shiver prickle across her skin. She loved it when he called her

young lady

in that strict voice.

"Of course not, daddy," she simply said, not missing a beat. "This is just my breakfast outfit. I'll change before I leave," she added brightly as she sat down, hiding her smile behind the glass as she arched her back a little and took a sip of her juice, her eyes never leaving his.

"You'd better," he admonished, staying in character, "or you'll give all those adolescent boys ideas."

"What kind of ideas, daddy?" she asked innocently, as if she had no clue how teenage boys worked.

"The wrong kind," he answered promptly. "Keep this up, and I'll have to lock you in a chastity belt or something," he murmured gruffly, demonstrating his excellent acting skills yet again.

"Yes, please," she whispered to herself, breaking character for a moment and staring dreamily at nothing.

"What was that?" he snapped.

"Nothing, daddy," she answered quickly. "I was just forgetting my place and being a naughty little girl," she added brightly.

"Is that so?" he smiled.

"Yes," she nodded. "Very naughty. I've also been having some extremely inappropriate thoughts all morning," she confessed cheerfully.

"I see," he said. "Well, we can discuss that after breakfast, sweetheart. Now eat up before your food gets cold."

"Okay, daddy," she smiled, beginning to wolf down her morning meal with relish.

*****

The rest of breakfast went as it had always done before, and Rebecca marveled once again at how easily it came to them to transition between their usual routine and their new-found common hobby.

Or combine them seamlessly - as they chatted idly, she enjoyed the way his eyes took in every inch of the bare skin she had on display for him.

Good,

she thought. She'd made sure that there was quite a lot of it, so it would have been a pity to see it go to waste.

Despite the feeling of normalcy, she had to admit that she ate faster than she normally did, excited to see what mischief they might get up to before she had to leave.

When they were done, she cleared the table without being asked, and then turned to him, her hands behind her back again, biting her lip, smiling expectantly at him.

"So," he prompted, "you said you've been naughty?"

"No," she corrected, "I said I've been

very

naughty."