Chapter 10

Her Mother's Daughter

Chapter Three

"I brought you a glass of wine, Daddy," I said with a soft smile.

"Oh." He gave me a weak smile of his own, but he was tired, I could tell. He was worn out by what my mom was putting him through.

"Here, it'll help you relax a little." I put the glass in his hand and sat carefully beside my dad on the old comfortable sofa in our living room.

"Thanks, Amy." He nodded and I was pleased to see him take a large swallow and then another, drinking half the glass like a man dying of thirst.

He was just dying to escape though, I knew that, and I didn't blame him at all. Daddy had kept his end of the bargain, loving and honoring his wife, but she'd let him down. Betrayed him. Wherever Mom was, I hoped she regretted it too, just like I hoped she'd never come back. He was more than just my daddy now, my Jack, and I'd made up my mind to be more than a daughter for him.

"Drink it all, Daddy," I sighed, curling up close with my feet on the cushions. My left arm reached across my half-turned body so I could press my hand against his chest.

He wore a t-shirt now and his pajama bottoms, thin flannel trousers with a couple buttons to keep it closed. My dad was only 34 years old and still handsome, still strong and healthy. If he wasn't in his suit, wasn't carrying his briefcase or sitting behind his desk, you wouldn't think him an insurance guy at all. He looked like ... I dunno what, but not an insurance guy. His shoulders were too wide for that, his waist too narrow. He still had a hard stomach, probably from running around with his son all the time. Dad was a pretty good soccer player and he loved teaching Jack Junior how to play.

My dad was way cool and the best man I'd ever known, except I'd forgotten that for awhile. I'd expected him to give and give and all I'd wanted was to take. That was my fault ... And his, he did screw up sometimes and he'd let us grow apart, just like I had, but now he was bringing us back together. He'd started paying attention to me again and I loved him for it.

"Well, I guess we won't be going to Disneyworld this year." Dad frowned and of course he was thinking of his kids, of JJ and Jilly more than himself.

"Why?" I asked, watching as he drank more wine.

"Why?" He shrugged. "Well, I'll have to use some vacation this week and if we don't find a sitter, then..."

"I can do it," I told him.

"What? No." He smiled. "You have to go to school too, remember?"

"I could drop out," I suggested, knowing that sounded pretty silly.

"No you couldn't, sweetheart." Dad chuckled, probably thinking I was joking.

"My grades aren't really good or anything." I pressed my cheek against his shoulder. "I'm just not smart like that. You know, reading and books and all that stuff."

"You're plenty smart, Amy," he said seriously, looking down into my eyes. "Don't be telling yourself you're not."

"Yeah." I smiled and blushed.

"You're smart and beautiful, you did great today too." Dad nodded. "I'm really proud of you."

"Really?" I blinked at him and he seemed totally serious.

"Absolutely," he said. "If it weren't for you, I don't know what we'd have done today ... and tomorrow too, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I'll do even better tomorrow."

"Oh?" Daddy drank more wine and chuckled.

"Today I was just figuring stuff out, you know," I explained. "Tomorrow I'll know what I'm doing."

"Uh-huh." He smiled at that. "Be careful or you'll have Jilly calling you mommy."

"I know." I giggled. "I already told her she could."

"What?" My dad made a funny face. "I was just kidding, Amy."

"I'm not," I said, stroking his chest under my palm, feeling his heart beating. "Finish your wine, Daddy."

"Hmmm..." He wasn't sure what to think of me yet, but he did finish his wine, the whole glass.

I wondered how long it would take for that pill to work? I'd opened one up, spilling the white powdery contents into his wine and stirring it up real good. I didn't know how else to get him to take one, but that had worked and now I just needed to wait and see what happened.

"We don't need Mom anymore..." I asked him gently, " ... do we, Dad?"

"I don't know, baby," he replied, rubbing his forehead and I thought his complexion looked a bit pink. "I'd like to talk to her, to understand what's going on."

"Yeah." I shrugged. "But you're going to divorce her, aren't you?"

"What?" Daddy stared at me.

"You can't stay married to her, can you?" I asked. "I mean ... She's a drug addict and..."

"We don't know that."

"She had cocaine in her purse, Daddy." I stared right back. "She was taking my birth control pills."

"Yeah, well..." He swallowed hard.

"I know you love her," I softened my voice. "But she doesn't love you. Not like I do, Daddy."

"Uh ... What?" He blinked at me as I lifted myself up, turning my body so I could straddle his lap and put my arms around his neck.

"I love you," I whispered, moving slowly and he wasn't stopping me.

"Amy..." he breathed and I shushed him. My dad was shaking, just a little, but he really was and his hands came up like he wanted to hold me, but he didn't. They just stayed in the air.

"Jack..." I said, putting my lips close to his, so close they were touching when we spoke.

"We can't do this," he said, staring into my eyes and it was electric. Daddy could feel it just as surely as I did. He had to.

"Yes we can." I nodded slowly, rubbing my nose along his. "I love you so much."

"You're my daughter." He blinked rapidly, trying to understand and resist me, and that pill must have been working by then because he smiled.

"I want to be your wife," I told him, feeling my heart pounding, rushing hot blood through my veins and it wasn't the drug I'd taken that afternoon, not anymore. The pill had mostly worn off by then and I was in my right mind. I knew exactly what I was doing.

"Amy, listen, we..." He swallowed thickly. "This is wrong, see?"

"No." I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. "I don't see, Jack."

"Don't call me that."

"I'll take care of the kids," I promised him. "I'll take care of the house. Just let me take care of you too, Daddy."

"Oh Jesus ... Amy..." He put his hands on my waist and I thought he was going to push me away.

"You want me, don't you?" I asked, moving my hips in a slow circle and I could feel his cock already swollen beneath my butt.

"Yesssss..." he breathed and I had my skirt spread around me, so that my panty covered sex was riding the tent in his flannel pajamas.

"Do you feel good? Are you all relaxed now?" I asked, half-teasing, but serious too as I watched my dad's facial expressions change. Like thirty emotions passed before my eyes and I waited for him to settle on the best one.

"Yeah. I feel really good," he decided. "I think I'm a little drunk."

"That's okay," I said. "You deserve it. You work so hard all the time. We all love you so much."

"I love you too, Amy."

"I know." I rocked my hips slowly and Daddy started to help me, pushing and pulling me with his hands.

"Oh, jeeze ... Amy..." Daddy rolled his eyes. "I'm really ... What did you give me?"

"Just some wine," I lied. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

"I can't." He shook his head, looking all flushed now, radiating warmth, and I could feel his heart beating hard and fast.

"Yeah you can," I said in a soft, teasing voice. "If you tell me what you want, I'll tell you what I want."

"You're just fifteen..." he moaned. "What are we doing?"

"Feeling good," I sighed, working his hardness between my ass cheeks, feeling that distinct lump of incestuous cock pressing through our clothes.

"You ... First..." Daddy breathed.

"You want me to tell you?" I giggled and he nodded.

"I want to suck your cock," I whispered, smiling at him and nodding my head. "I never did it before. I want to try it with you."

"Oh shit." He licked his lips.

"Your turn, Jack." I smiled, grinding myself down on his erection hard. "Tell me what you want."

"Mmmm ... I want to fuck you so bad, Amy," Daddy groaned. "God help me, but I love you so much."

"Put it in me," I suggested, breathing the words across his open mouth. "Take it out and ... put it inside me."

"I don't want to hurt you," he said and I giggled at him.

"You can't hurt me, Daddy. Not anymore," I promised. "I want to feel it inside me."

I smiled into my dad's eyes as I felt his hand moving beneath me. He had to free his cock and then I felt it, standing thick and hot, long and hard against the inside of my thighs. I lifted myself up for him, letting him find my loose panties, the black lacy pair that had once been my mom's. He pulled them to the side and I gasped as I felt his smooth cockhead rubbing across my moist slit. I was wet already, quivering inside and so hungry for that first fuck with my own father. I lowered myself gingerly, biting my bottom lip as I felt him stretching my sex and it was a small pain, a discomfort as I was hardly experienced at having real sex with a man. Greg hadn't been very large at all.

"Yeah ... Ummm, you're so tight. Am I hurting you?" Daddy asked and I shook my head, denying that I felt anything but pleasure.

"Just ... Help me..." I gasped. "Pull me ... Push it in, okay? Uh-huh ... Like ... That!"

Daddy did everythign I asked, holding my hips and pulling me down, not letting me jerk away from his cock as it stretched my tiny hole, but holding me fast. He was going to have all of me and that's what I wanted. I kept nodding and my eyes were tightly shut. It did hurt, more than it had the first time with Greg. Daddy was a real man and his cock felt even larger than it really was, and he didn't have a little one either. I wondered if I wasn't too small for it, but I pushed that thought away as I took him inch by inch and I just ignored the pain until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh God! Daddy!"

I screamed loudly, losing any semblance of control, and collapsed against my dad's chest, seeking his mouth with mine and we kissed then. My tongue pressing into his mouth as he pulled me down hard, the last few inches of his cock suddenly punching deep inside my innocent cunt and he was in me, all the way. I'd been a virgin until then, no matter what Greg might have told his friends. He'd never touched the bottom of my sex, but Daddy did and we stayed very still for a while.

"Jesus ... Amy..." Daddy breathed.

He kissed me again and his arms encircled my back, hugging me to his body, and we weren't moving at all except for our mouths. My cunt was wrapped tightly around his manhood, so tightly he probably didn't even have to move. I was fucking him with uncontrollable spasms, the soft walls of my pussy contracting and releasing his cock rapidly, and whatever Daddy felt, it was like heaven for me. The pain had washed away and all I could feel was the total satisfaction of being filled with a man for the first time in my young life. Fucking Greg had been nothing compared to this. Daddy's cock was buried in the center of my being and I'd found my very first orgasm, I realized through the feverish fog that engulfed me. I was cumming hard and that's why my cunt was trying to milk him for his sperm.

"Daddy?" JJ's voice suddenly cut through my pleasure like a knife and I blinked, swallowing hard as if I could hide what we were doing from the boy.

"Uh ... Hey, buddy," Dad said, trying very hard not to sound as out of breath as he was. "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep," he complained, rubbing his eyes and walking towards us slowly.

I watched him over my shoulder, feeling my dad's cock still hard and still pressed to the very bottom of my cummy sex.

"Okay, uh ... You just go back to bed and try, okay?" Dad said. "It's late."

"But I heard Amy yelling." JJ looked at me. "What are you guys doing?"

"We're ... just talking." I smiled at him, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to control it. "I'm sorry, I was, uh ... I saw a mouse."

"Really?" My brother smiled at that. "Did you catch him?"

"No, he got away." Daddy chuckled and I gasped as he actually gave me a little push, thrusting up with his hips while his son stood less than six feet away.

"Oh." JJ shrugged and looked at me. "Are you sick?"

"No, uh-uh." I shook my head. "I'm really, really fine. Daddy is taking special care of me."

"Okay. Goodnight, Dad," JJ said and then he came over to give our dad a kiss, forcing Daddy to lean over and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from groaning with the sudden pleasure I felt.

"Give your mom ... I mean, Amy..." Dad laughed lightly. "Give Amy a kiss too. A nice one, she loves you so much."

"Yeah, night Amy." JJ had me lean over too and I kissed him on the lips, wriggling my pussy hard on that wonderful cock inside me.

"Goodnight. I love you JJ," I sighed happily and he smiled at me before turning around and going back upstairs.

"That was close." Daddy grinned at me.

"Fuck me now," I breathed. "I love you too."

"Oh, Amy. Jesus, I love you," he whispered, moving us while I clung to him, getting me on my back with legs spread wide around him. He pinned me to the sofa and started pumping me with nice, deep strokes. My pussy burned, but that orgasm I'd had never seemed to go completely away and everything felt amazing. I smiled up at him, licking my lips and urging him to love me harder and faster. His cock stretched my pussy nicely and my clit would ride along the top of his shaft, thrumming and throbbing and threatening to make me cum again as he picked up the pace.

"Ahhh Daddy ... Jack ... Oh fuck me fuck fuck ... Fuck me!" I whimpered, laying beneath the man while he pounded my fifteen year old cunt mercilessly.

"Yeah ... Take it! Amy, you're so fucking beautiful. Take my cock, baby," Daddy whispered urgently, kissing my face, my lips, mouthing my tits through my blouse until it was soaked through with his spit.

It was everything I'd heard and more. Sex like I'd only dreamed it could be, and now I knew what all the fuss was about. My pussy had gotten used to him finally, the muscles weakened and unable to resist, now I welcomed that fat cock eagerly, lifting my ass to meet Daddy's thrusts and I came three times quickly that way. I was on fire and almost sobbing with the pleasure of what my father was doing to me.

"I'm gonna cum, Amy..." Daddy groaned. "I'm cumming inside you ... Fuuuuck!"

He jammed his prick as far inside me as he could and I felt it. His semen shooting out of his cock with an unmistakable jerking sensation as it spasmed within my tight hole. I kissed his face and mouth, took his tongue between my lips and suckled while he filled me with his creamy spend. My only regret was that he wasn't potent, that he'd had a vasectomy, because right then I wouldn't have minded having my dad's baby. I wouldn't have minded at all.

"I like this," I decided with a giggle.

"Do you?" Daddy smiled at me and I nodded.

He was carrying me upstairs, into our bedroom. We'd made love once, but it wasn't enough. That pill would probably be working on him all night long and I wasn't tired in the least. We were going to do everything together, I'd already promised him that. I'd do anything Daddy wanted me to, and my body, every part of it, was his for the taking. I could refuse him nothing because I'd fallen so terribly in love with the man.