A man's daughter comes to spend the summer with him... but she has plans he never saw coming.
I was propping up the wall near the baggage carousel, scanning the crowd for Tova's omnipresent black hoodie. Ten months, since the last time I'd seen my daughter in person. I caught myself tapping my foot, and forced myself to stop. Our Christmas visit had fallen through. No fault of Lykke's; Tova had been invited to Switzerland with a friend and her family. Two weeks of skiing and staying in a gorgeous alpine chalet, of course I'd told her she could go, I could never deny her an experience like that! And it wasn't like we never spoke at all. We had our weekly Zoom call, every Saturday morning like clockwork (just before supper time in Sweden). Still... ten months since I'd been able to give my daughter a hug. I was tapping my foot again.
She was less than six feet in front of me before I realized it was her, my eyes going wide; gone was the hoodie, the dark eye-liner, the blue-dyed hair. She was wearing a lovely little spaghetti-strap sundress, pink with small white flowers, the hem halfway up her long, slender thighs, her hair bleached back to a natural-looking blonde I hadn't seen since she'd hit puberty, her make-up elegant and understated. She looked like a girl who had just graduated university, setting out on her own at the start of a globe-trotting adventure, not the brilliant-but-shy high-schooler I'd been expecting!
“Daddy!” she squealed, dropping her small carry-on backpack at my feet and throwing herself against my chest. I wrapped her in my arms, holding her close, breathing her in. There had been... other changes, as well, two of which were now squished tightly against my chest. How on earth had that happened, without me noticing? It must have been the hoodies, I realized, hiding the changes to her figure; I could barely even remember the last time I'd seen her without one.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” she asked, stepping back and tossing the waves of her long, beautiful blonde hair. She had an unusual accent; mostly American, which she'd picked up from me, touches of British she'd gotten from English classes at school, with little touches of Swedish sneaking in here and there. Her beautiful blue eye were gleaming with excitement at having been able to surprise me. “I'm a California-girl now! You see?”
“I do see,” I smiled, taking her hand and guiding her into a spin to show herself off for me. She giggled sweetly, preening under my gaze. She really was Lykke's daughter. Hardly a surprise, but I couldn't believe how the time had snuck up on me. It felt like just yesterday she'd been gangly-legged and awkward, expressing profound disgust at the very idea of boys in general, much less ever possibly dating one. But now... she had to be beating them away with a stick! Five-foot-ten, almost impossibly slender, but with those huge, braless, gravity-defying D-cup breasts... I shook myself, forcing my mind back on track. She was my daughter, damn it! I could not be letting myself think about her like that, not even in the abstract! No matter that she was somehow even sexier and more beautiful than Lykke had been at that age, back when we'd first met!
“You are absolutely stunning, min käraste!” I said, finishing her spin and pulling her in for another hug.
“Daddy...” she giggled, rolling her eyes at me, tucking her head under my chin as we embraced. “That's so old-fashioned! And your accent is terrible!”
“Too bad!” I kissed her hair. “You are my beloved, and you always will be! You're just going to have to learn to deal with it!”
She giggled happily, nodding against my chest. We snuggling there for a long, not at all private moment, drawing looks; unabashed jealousy from the men, scornful disapproval from the women. I couldn't really blame them for the assumption. With my thick black hair, at first glance Tova certainly didn't look like she could be my daughter. Not unless you were really paying attention, and you noticed that we had the exact same, crystal-blue eyes.
“How was the flight?” I asked, as she finally broke our hug. I picked up her bag, and she slid around to my side, leaning against me, each keeping an arm around the other's waist as we stepped closer to the baggage carousel to wait for the rest of her things to appear.
“Long, as always,” she sighed. “But not too bad. No turbulence this time, so at least I was able to sleep a little.”
We chatted about not much of anything as we picked up her bags and made our way back out to my car. We grabbed In-N-Out Burgers for dinner on our way home, still her favourite.
“Mmmm!” she purred, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure as she stole a fry from the bag in her lap. “American food is so unhealthy! I love it!”
“And I suppose you're going to tell me that surströmming is actually good for you, are you?” I teased, giving an exaggerated shudder of dread at the memory. Swedes, in my experience, had a warped sense of humour; they all found it absolutely hilarious trying to feed fermented herring to Americans.
“It is, actually!” she laughed, high and tinkling. God, I loved that laugh! “If you're sick, and you eat surströmming, it kills all the bacteria and viruses, and you won't be sick anymore! Nothing can survive surströmming!”
“That, I believe!” I laughed too.
“Wait... wasn't that our exit?” she asked, pointing as I drove past.
“Nope,” I grinned, and she looked at me questioningly.
I continued driving, and we continued talking, but the suspicion never quite left her eyes. She knew I was hiding something—but she also knew me too well to think she could get me to spoil the surprise. Finally we arrived, her jaw just about hitting the floor as I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.
“This is yours?” she gasped, eyes wide as she took it in. It was a good-sized house, four bedrooms, but it was certainly no mansion or anything. But to a girl who was used to modest little apartment buildings, both her mother's in Malmo and mine here in San Diego, I knew it had to come as quite a shock. And she hadn't even seen the best part, yet!
“Ours, sweetie,” I chuckled. “While you're here, at least. It belongs to a friend from work. He just took a new gig in Saudi, and when I told him you were coming to visit, he offered to let me borrow it in exchange for looking after the place while he's trying to sell. We may have to clear out occasionally, if his realtor needs to show it to a prospective buyer, but it's ours for now.”
She crouched to her heels at the side of the walk, running her hands through the thick green grass, grinning radiantly. That's another thing about Swedes; one and all, they are almost supernaturally entranced by nature of any kind. Forbidding, snow-shrouded mountains that no sane person would ever set foot in seem to be their favorites... but anything green and growing will instantly put a smile on their lips.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside, depositing her bags in the living room for the moment. Tova followed, dropping the food onto the table by the kitchen. Any moment now...
“There's a pool!?” she squealed, darting to the wide, sliding glass doors, before turning back to face me with most adorable look of astonishment in her eyes.
“Surprise!” I laughed. I went to join her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and kissing her hair behind her ear as she peered out into the back yard. “We can go for a swim after supper, if you like.”
“Umm...” she chewed her lip, obviously tempted. “I think we'd better wait until tomorrow, Daddy. Tonight's movie-night! If we go swimming, I'll get tired too early, and it'll throw off the whole system.”
“Sounds good,” I chuckled, kissing her again and leading her back to the table to eat. After years of experimenting, Tova had eventually figured out what worked best for her to counter jet-lag; she and I would be staying up late watching movies on the couch, until she finally passed out and I carried her off to tuck her into bed. By the time she woke up the next morning, her body would be ninety percent settled into California time.
We finished off our food, tossing the wrappers in the trash, and I grabbed her bags to show her to her room.
“Daddy, no!” she gasped, shaking her head as she saw what I had in mind. “The main bedroom? This should be yours! I'll take one of the smaller ones.”
“Nonsense, sweetie,” I denied. “You're on vacation; I want you to enjoy it as much as possible. This one has its own en-suite bathroom, and a sliding door straight out onto the porch, so you can come in and out from the pool any time you like without having to walk through the rest of the house first.”
“But—”
“Shhh...” I cut her off with a finger across her soft, pouty lips. “I already have my things moved in across the hall. This one's yours, sweetie. Just enjoy it.”
“I... thank you, Daddy,” she relented, hugging me tight. “I love it! And I love you!”
“I love you too, baby,” I murmured, softly kissing her cheek and running my fingers through her hair. “More than anything!”
I offered to let her unpack, but she was excited for movie time, and insisted she could do that in the morning. She took my hand and tugged me back out to the den, playfully pushing me down onto the big, comfy leather couch, and dropping herself right into my lap, wrapping my arms around her skinny little waist and grabbing for the remote. I chuckled, kissing her cheek again, secretly relieved. I'd been worried her new, more mature look might mean she'd decided she was getting too old to sit in her daddy's lap anymore, but it seemed she still enjoyed it just as much as I did. I lovingly rubbed my hands up and down her sides, as she grabbed the folded-up blanket from the couch beside us, shaking it out to drape over our legs. She picked a comedy to start with, squirming to get comfortable as it began to play, resting her head back against my shoulder. I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat, just trying like hell not to think about how her firm, pert little ass felt wriggling around against my crotch!
The movie was good, but that was nothing compared to the pure, simple joy of having my daughter in my arms again. I'd missed her so much! If only things could have been just a little bit different... But no matter how compatible Lykke and I had been in the bedroom, it had been obvious to both of us that marriage would have been a mistake. And so when my student exchange had ended and it was time for me to go back to America, we'd said our goodbyes, and parted as friends. Nine months later, she'd called me out of the blue from her hospital bed, tears streaming down her cheeks and a tiny, scrunchy-faced baby in her arms, telling me her birth control had failed, and apologizing for not having had the courage to tell me sooner. It had been absolute torture, waiting for the end of the semester so I could fly out to see them both. And for the rest of that summer we'd tried, we really had. But at the end of the day, all the reasons for us not to be together were still as undeniable as they'd ever been. Still, I wanted to be there for Tova. When I'd left for the second time, it was supposed to be for just a few months, maybe a year, until I could figure something out between work, school, and Visa requirements. But then Mom had gotten sick. Lykke was doing fine, she had her whole family helping look after her and the baby... meanwhile, Mom had nobody but me. So six months had become a year, and then two... and then five. By which point I'd graduated, and I was just starting to get my career as an engineer off the ground.
I'd called them every week to check in, and flown back to see her every summer. Until Tova was old enough to travel on her own, and she'd starting coming to visit me instead, spending her winter and summer holidays with her dad. Thankfully, Lykke had always been really great about that. But still... it's an old cliché that having a child means having your heart beating outside your own body. Just because it's a cliché though, doesn't mean that it's wrong; having Tova sitting in my lap, my arms wrapped lovingly around her waist... I felt whole again, in a way I never could when we were apart.
I wished that had been the only thing I was feeling. But that dress, and the way she was leaning back against my chest... I couldn't help but look. I immediately felt terrible about it. She was my daughter! But her breasts were so full, and round, and firm... and the way she was sitting in my lap meant I was staring right down into her cleavage every time I lowered my eyes, seeing everything. I tried to just concentrate on the film... big surprise, that didn't work. I was enjoying it, Tova had chosen well, but there was no way it could compete for my attention against the rounded, pale slopes of my daughter's incredible teenaged breasts!
“Do you like them, Daddy?” Tova suddenly asked, shocking me halfway back into reality, but not quite enough to understand what she meant.
“Uh... what?” I asked dumbly.
“My boobs!” she giggled. For some reason, the Swedish in her accent was much more pronounced on that word. “Do you like them? You've... kinda been staring.”
“Oh, God, Tova, I...” I shook my head, overcome with guilt and shame. “I'm so sorry, sweetie! I didn't mean to...”
“Don't apologize, Daddy,” she giggled again, twisting in my lap and stretching to kiss my cheek. “You don't really think I wore this dress for you by accident, did you? If I didn't want you looking at them, I would have worn something else.”
“You...” I was dumbfounded, my eyes going wide.
“I... could show them to you, if you want,” she murmured quietly, her cheeks busting into a brilliant and absolutely adorable pink blush.
“You... what?” I gasped, unable to believe my ears.
She paused the movie with the remote, flipping aside the blanket. She lifted herself from my lap, spinning around and climbing back in facing me this time, hands on my shoulders, her knees straddling my hips. She'd moved fast, before I could wrap my mind around what was happening to stop her. My hands came to rest on her hips.
“Have you ever heard of the Westermarck effect, Daddy?” she asked, cutely biting her lip. I shook my head that I hadn't, having no idea where this was going.
“Humans evolved mostly in small groups and tribes,” she explained. “I've read all about this, online. Back then, there was an evolutionary advantage to mating only within the group. The tighter family connections made for a stronger, more tightly knit tribe, which would function and survive better than tribes who didn't do that, and who intermixed with each other too much. Because of that, people evolved to be attracted to people who shared similar traits and facial features to their own. But there was a problem; if two people were too closely related, like siblings, or parents and children, the offspring were more likely to have problems caused by recessive genes. That's where the Westermarck effect comes in. If two people have enough close contact in early childhood, when at least one of them is below the age of six or so, it instills an instinctive revulsion to the idea of sex between them.
“But the thing is, Daddy... the Westermarck effect isn't actually genetic; it's social. Adopted siblings feel the same revulsion, as long as they're raised together during that critical time. And if two people do not have that contact... they are left with only the instinctive attraction to a tribe member, without the revulsion of the Westermarck effect to keep them apart. It's called genetic sexual attraction, or GSA.”
“GSA?” I repeated, and she nodded seriously.
“It happens all the time, between siblings who grew up separately for one reason or another, but who then meet each other later in life,” she said. “Because they're so closely related, the same-tribe attraction they feel can be extremely intense, much more than between two more distantly-related tribe members. Some describe it as being almost irresistible, even.”
She paused a moment, chewing her lip as she stared deeply into my eyes. Then suddenly she was leaning forward, kissing me straight on my lips, her huge, warm breasts pressed tightly against my chest!
I gasped, my body freezing in shock, my hands tightening reflexively on her hips. For several long, slow seconds she held herself there, moaning softly in contentment as she pressed her lips against mine, gently flicking them with the tip of her tongue, before she sat back into my lap again.
“Did you know, when I was really little, I used to tell Mamma that I was going to marry you when I grew up?” she asked, slightly breathless after our kiss. It was doing... interesting things, to her chest, that I was having a hell of a time trying to ignore!
“You did?” I asked, breathing a bit heavily myself.
“I don't remember it, of course,” she smiled and nodded. “I was really little. But the way Mamma tells it, I used to get very angry about you not living with us like I wanted you to. And I told her that if she wouldn't marry you, then I was going to grow up and marry you myself, instead!”
“I can just imagine you saying exactly that!” I laughed. “You were a little terror at that age!”
“So you and Mamma have said!” she giggled, smiling shyly. “But the thing is, Daddy... even if I don't remember actually saying that, that feeling never went away. It only ever grew more intense. I... I've been lusting after you since before I even knew what sex was, Daddy!”
She reached down to her waist, grabbing her dress, and stripped it off in one swift, smooth movement, tossing it aside. I gasped, and barely managed to resist the urge to moan. God, she was beautiful! Even more incredible than I'd imagined, her breasts so big, and full, and round, her bright pink, dime-sized nipples standing out at me firm and proud! She was wearing a tiny, lacy red thong... parts of it so transparent I could instantly see she was shaved!
“Baby, I—”
“I'm in love with you, Daddy!” she stopped me with a finger over my lips. “I've always been in love with you! I was so, so nervous, on the flight here... I've been wanting this for so long! But I knew you wouldn't, not while you still saw me as just a little girl. But... I've grown so much this last year! So I finally, finally thought there might be a chance! But I still didn't know... I was shaking so bad on the flight, the stewardess thought there was something wrong with me. I had to lie and say I was coming here for a big job interview, so she wouldn't think I was getting trafficked or something, and call the police! But... I knew, Daddy. As soon as I saw the way you were looking at me, I knew that you felt it, too! That same incredible, irresistible attraction I've been feeling for you all this time... finally, I could see that you felt the same way about me now, too! The way you got so hard, pushing up against me, while I was sitting in your lap...” she smiled shyly, reaching down between us with her other hand, making me gasp again as she squeezed, and began to stroke my through my pants. “And the way you just couldn't help yourself from staring at my boobs...”
She leaned in, kissing me again, her lips so soft, and warm. “Touch me, Daddy! Please!” she murmured against my lips. “I want you so much... please, show me you want me too!”
And God help me... I started kissing her back.
She moaned eagerly into my lips, flicking at me with her tongue again. I opened my mouth, letting her inside. She pressed herself tighter... and my hands slid upwards, seemingly of their own accord.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” she moaned. “Squeeze them, just like that! Your hands are so strong... I love it, Daddy! It's just like I dreamed! I've never let a boy touch me before, Daddy. Not ever! No stupid boy could ever live up to you... I always knew I wanted you to be my first! My only! I'm yours now, Daddy! You can do anything you want to me! Please Daddy, I want you to!”
I groaned into her lips, swirling my tongue with hers, my fingers digging deeply into the firm, warm flesh of her incredible young breasts! It was so, so wrong, what we were doing... but Tova was right. I'd been lying to myself, trying to deny it, telling myself it was just a father's normal love for his daughter... but now that she'd opened the door, and admitted that she felt it too, the attraction was completely irresistible! Even at the very height of things with Lykke, when we'd barely even been able to look at each other without tearing each other's clothes off, I'd never felt anything even a fraction this intense!
Tova started working on the buttons of my shirt, a task that proved to be surprisingly difficult for her, since she was stubbornly refusing to glance down from our kiss to watch what she was doing. She got it done eventually, spreading it open, rubbing her long, delicate fingers up and down through the hair on my chest. She tried to pull it off completely—and received an unexpected lesson in the workings of mens' shirts, as my cuffs caught on my wrists, nearly tying us both in an inside-out knot. I laughed, quickly fixing the issue myself and tossing the shirt aside. I leaned back from her for just a moment then, staring deeply into her stunning blue eyes, caressing her cheek with my hand. She bit her lip, obviously worried about what I was about say.
“I love you too, min käraste!” I breathed. She broke instantly into a huge, happy smile, and kissed me again.
“Your accent's still terrible, you know!” she giggled against my lips, making me laugh. I slipped my arm around behind her, supporting her as I leaned her back a little; I dipped my head, taking her beautifully aroused pink nipple softly between my lips, and starting to suck.
“Oh, yes Daddy!” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering closed with pleasure. “Just like that! I love it when you suck my titty!” I smiled into her breast, amused. First 'boob', and now 'titty'... why was it those words, more than any other, that brought out her Swedish accent so strongly? Maybe because she'd never said them in English before? No matter. She wrapped her arms behind my neck, pulling me tighter into her firmly yielding flesh. I sucked on her harder, making her tremble and gasp. She started rocking her hips, grinding her hot little pussy against my abs through her thong. I don't think she even realized she was doing it, completely focused on the feeling of me sucking on her huge, perfect tit!
I was in no rush, loving every moment of our foreplay... but Tova, understandably focused on her first time, wasn't feeling so patient.
“I want to see it, Daddy!” she moaned. “Please, I want to see your cock!” I moaned too, a sudden shiver of excitement tingling down my spine at hearing her saying those words. 'Cock' was another one that brought her accent out, further evidence for my theory that it was only the words she'd never had practice saying before, to me or in her English classes at school. I reluctantly abandoned her breast, leaning back against the couch. She waited, looking at me...
“Go ahead, baby!” I grinned, returning both hands to her breasts and giving them a nice, tight squeeze, making her quiver in my lap. “It'll be more fun for both of us, if you're the one who takes it out.”
She giggled, blushing bashfully as she reached down between us again to start working the fastenings of my pants. She was paying closer attention this time, and it didn't take her long. She slipped her fingertips inside the band of my boxers, and I lifted my hips from the couch for her as she started tugging everything down.
“Oh, wow Daddy!” she moaned, her eyes going wide. She bit her lip, taking me into her hands and gently, tentatively starting to stroke. “I always knew Mamma was crazy for not marrying you when she had the chance!”
I laughed, shifting my grip on her so I could start rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. Now was not the time to correct her, that Lykke and I had made that decision together. She played for a little, exploring the feel of me in her hands, giggling sweetly as she stroked her fingertips through my pubes, and gently fondled my balls. But then she lifted herself up, pulling aside her thong and moving into place. I dropped my hands from her breasts, grabbing her ass, holding her before she could do anything else.
“Are you sure, baby?” I made myself ask. “Really, a hundred percent sure? So far we've just been playing... but what we're about to do... This isn't something you can take back, if you decide afterwards that it was a mistake.”
“Daddy...” she chided with a small, loving smile, softly shaking her head at me. “You really have no idea just how long I've been dreaming about this! I wasn't exaggerating, before; I've wanted to be yours, wanted to have sex with you, before I even understood what 'sex' actually was! Every night before I fall asleep, I touch myself dreaming about you. I imagine you taking me, cumming in me, making me yours... and I moan 'Yes, Daddy!' into my pillow as I'm making myself cum for you, dreaming of your cock deep up inside of me as I do! So... yes Daddy, I'm sure. I'm in love with you... I want this, more than anything! I've never been so sure of anything else in my entire life!”
“Okay, baby,” I agreed, relaxing my grip on her, shifting it into a loving, comforting caress. “Just go slow. We've got all the time in the world... I want this too! I want it so, so much! But I don't want to risk hurting you, if you try going too fast.”
“I'm pretty sure it's going to hurt no matter what, Daddy,” she giggled shyly. “My pussy is tiny... and your cock really, really isn't! But... this is what pussies are made for, right? If it can stretch enough for a baby to come out of there, then it should certainly be able to stretch enough to fit a cock! Even one as scary-big as yours is!”
“Well, you've got me there,” I laughed at the Tova-ism she'd just created. She'd been doing that ever since she was a little girl; if she didn't know the English word for what she was thinking, she'd just make one up on the spot. “Still... just be careful, sweetie. It's better to take a few extra minutes, letting yourself adjust, than to hurt yourself badly enough we have to stop, and wait a few extra days for you to recover first, before we can try again!”
She nodded her agreement, and I could tell that the danger of having to wait a few days had finally convinced her to be cautious, where mere concern for her comfort and well-being had not. She had one hand on my shaft, wrapping her other arm behind my neck, steadying herself as she rocked back and forth, rubbing my crown between her soft, delicate little lips, teasing herself open. We started kissing again, gentle and slow, her huge, firm breasts pressing tightly against my chest, as she started to lower herself, whimpering against my lips as she made herself stretch. I stroked and squeezed her ass, comforting her as much as I could. She began slowly, seductively rolling her hips, pushing herself onto me, then backing away. The difference was only a quarter of an inch or so, but that was enough; the gentle, persistent rocking was gradually coaxing her open, allowing her to sink deeper onto my crown.
“Ooooh!” she moaned, trembling as my head finally slipped all the way inside, her soft little lips sealing tighter again around the narrower portion just behind, holding me in.
“Are you okay, baby?” I murmured into our kiss, softly stroking her hips.
“Uh hunh!” she breathed, nodding slowly. I wasn't so sure I believed her... but I had to trust her to know her own body, and to judge for herself how much pain she was prepared to accept. She paused there for a minute or so, continuing to rock herself on me but making no attempt to go deeper, our kissing gradually growing more passionate. She started pushing again, panting into my mouth as she rocked herself up and down, cautiously working me inside.
Neither of us spoke, far too focused on what we were doing. But I could see it in her eyes, feel it in every kiss, every touch, every movement of her body. We didn't need to speak; she loved it, and she loved me, every bit as much as I loved her!
Deeper and deeper she rode her way down my shaft, bouncing more energetically now, my fingers digging deeply into the firm, warm flesh of her ass, helping to lift her up and down. It seemed much easier, compared to how hard it had been for her to get my head inside... up until the last few inches, where it suddenly got much more difficult for her again. I wanted to tell her she could stop, that she didn't have to take the whole thing on her first try, that we could work up to it over time... But a single look into her eyes froze the words on my lips. Tova had always been stubborn, but this was a determination I'd never seen before. She whimpered, making the most adorable little squeaks and yelps... but there was no way she was stopping, not until she'd forced herself to take every last inch!
“Oh, God Daddy!” she laughed with relief as she finally took it all, wiping her hair away from her face, leaning back and looking down at us as I did the same, her soft, pink little lips stretched wide around the base of my shaft, pressing into my pubes, as she ground herself onto me just as tightly as she could. “I can't believe it actually fits!”
“I didn't think it was going to, for a minute there!” I laughed too, reaching up to lovingly stroke her cheek.
“We really should have known, when you think about it,” she giggled, blushing adorably as she lowered her eyes from mine. “I'm your daughter... You made me, Daddy, so of course it would fit! You made me the exact perfect size for you, better than any other girl could ever be!”
“Is that so?” I grinned, pinching her ass and making her squeak, the reflexive tightening of her pussy making me gasp.
“Uh hunh!” she moaned. “I love it, Daddy! You're so huge, and hard, and hot... you fill me up so perfectly! It's even better than I imagined it would be! It makes me feel so naughty, knowing it's my own Daddy inside of me... but I love it! I love it so, so much! Do you like it, too? How does it make you feel, Daddy... knowing it's your own daughter's pussy, wrapped around your cock? Knowing you're taking my virginity?”
“I love it, baby!” I growled, kissing her hard. “But getting it inside of you was just the start!”
She giggled sweetly, nodding her head in agreement, as she started riding me again. Swiftly growing faster, and harder... enough that it was honestly starting to worry me. But I had to trust that she understood her body, and that she could tell the difference between an enjoyable little bit of pain, and actual injury. She was lifting herself up and letting gravity pull her back down, making the most adorable little gasps every time she bottomed herself out on me. She broke away from our kiss, biting her lip, thinking, as I questioningly tilted my head. She smiled reassuringly... then leaned back, putting her hands on my knees. She started throwing her tight, hot little pussy just as fast as she could up and down my shaft, her amazing, heavy tits bouncing hypnotically on her chest. I was torn—I wanted to grab them, tighter and tighter, until she whimpered with pleasure and pain... but that would have stopped the bouncing. I took hold of her waist instead, just above her incredible, flared little hip-bones visible under her skin, and used my grip to help slam her even harder onto my cock!
“Yes Daddy! Yes!” she squealed. “I love it! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your daughter's tiny little teenage pussy on your huge, amazing cock!”
I moaned with pleasure, her wet little cunny squelching audibly as I pounded her up and down my thick, throbbing shaft. It was so, so wrong, doing this to my own daughter... But I loved her. I was in love with her! And for Tova, the fact that she was my daughter, that it was so forbidden, so wrong... she obviously felt that only made it even hotter. And seeing that unrestrained, primal lust in her eyes... I couldn't help but agree!
“Whose pussy is this?” I growled, tightening my grip on her waist.
“It's yours, Daddy! It's yours!” she squealed happily, pitching herself even more energetically up and down my cock. “You own my pussy, Daddy! You own your daughter's hot, wet little teenage cunt!”
“Oh, yes baby!” I groaned, hardly able to believe what a turn-on it was to hear such a naughty, filthy word coming from my own daughter's lips. “I love this perfect, tight little teenage cunt! You belong to me, baby! You're mine forever! I'm going to use your sexy little body to pleasure my cock, any time, and any way that I want!”
“Yes Daddy! Yes!” she squealed, gasping for breath. “Ohh... I'm getting so close now, Daddy! Your cock is so amazing in me! You're going to make me cum! Please, can I cum for you Daddy? Please! Please will you make me cum?”
“Do it, baby!” I commanded. “Cum on Daddy's cock!”
“Oh! Oh Daddyyy!” she wailed, her entire body going into spasm, her hands slipping off my knees. I reacted on instinct, slipping my hand to the middle of her back, catching her and pulling her forward, squashing her huge, sweat-slickened tits tightly against my chest. She whimpered and cried against my neck, no longer able to control her limbs—I held her close, thrusting into her from below, deepening and prolonging her orgasm as her amazing, vice-like little pussy convulsed around my cock.
“Oh, God Daddy...” she whimpered as she finally came down from it enough to regain her ability to speak. I chuckled, comfortingly kissing her cheek, rubbing my hands up and down her back. She tried to start moving on me again... and managed to do an astoundingly accurate impression of a marionette with severed strings.
“My turn now, baby,” I chuckled, wrapping her tighter in my arms, before leaning forward and rocking myself up to my feet.
“Eep!” she squeaked, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck, and her legs around my waist. I laughed, slipping one hand down to her ass to secure a more stable grip, before shaking my hips to work my pants and underwear down my legs. She squealed and shook in my arms, the sudden, forceful gyrating of my cock inside her overly-sensitive, post-orgasmic little pussy sending miniature lightning-strikes of pleasure dancing along her nerves, I was sure. I finally managed to get everything down to my ankles, stepping out, and carrying her off through the house to her bedroom. Or our bedroom, now. I laid her carefully down in the middle of the bed. She responded sleepily as I kissed her, until I broke away, and rapidly began trailing my lips down her body.
I reached the band of her thong, and diverted to her hip, working my way down her thigh. I lifted her long, slender legs up into the air, resting her ankles on my shoulders. She smiled and shyly bit her lip at me, her hands coming to her breasts, and slowly starting to play with them for me as I watched. She was wearing cute white ankle socks, which I quickly removed and tossed aside, kissing her ankles, and the curve of her instep, making her squirm and giggle. I was tempted to go for her toes, too... but I knew she'd end up kicking me in my nose, if I tried. Tova's always had ticklish feet, but while she enjoys enjoys having the bottoms tickled, her toes had always been too ticklish, and made her lose control of her legs as she kicked to get away.
I reached down to her waist, slowly drawing her thong up her legs as I kissed the side of her foot, staring hungrily at the way she was playing with her tits for me. I tossed her thong aside, then ran my hands slowly down the back of her smooth, shapely calves, bending her knees nearly back to her shoulders as I squeezed and stroked the backs of her incredible, slender little thighs. I knew what she was expecting—I could see it clear as day in those beautiful blue eyes. But we'd be getting to that soon enough. Right then... I had something else in mind!
“Daddy, no!” she gasped, abandoning her tits and clutching at my head to stop me as I bent down between her thighs, and she realized what I was intending. I tilted my head, looking back up at her in surprise.
“I... I'm all sticky down there now,” she bashfully bit her lip. “At least let me wash first, if you want to do that!”
I grinned back at her, pretending like I was considering... “No!” I shook my head, her eyes going wide. She tried to stop me, but she was still far too weakened by the aftereffects of her orgasm to even have a chance. I kissed her, gentle but firm, right on her sensitive, bright pink little clit! She gasped, writhing on the bed to get away, but she wasn't going anywhere with me holding her down by the backs of her thighs.
“Mmmm... such a creamy little thing!” I purred in pleasure, lasciviously licking up and down her delicate little lips, collecting my treat with my tongue. “You taste amazing, baby!”
“You... you really mean it, Daddy?” she asked, nervously chewing her lip. “You aren't just saying that?”
“You are delicious, sweetie!” I confirmed. “So clean, and fresh-tasting! Just the tiniest little bit salty, exactly the way pussies are supposed to taste!” I looked up at her, seeing how anxious she still looked... and I couldn't help but tease her a little. “You've never tried tasting yourself on your fingers, to see what it's like?”
“I...” she gulped, her cheeks bursting into a brilliant pink blush. “Maybe a little bit, Daddy,” she eventually admitted, her bashful voice barely more than a whisper. “But I didn't have anything to compare it to, to know if it was good or bad.”
“Well, take it from me, baby. It is very, very good!” I gave her a long, slow swirl of my tongue around her clit, making her moan. “And you have such tiny, delicate little lips, too! They are an absolute joy to play with, believe me!” I gave her a rapid little flick between them with the tip of my tongue, making her gasp. I bent more intently into my task, and it wasn't long before she relaxed her grip on my head, and began lovingly stroking her fingers through my hair, instead.
She really did have the most delicious little pussy, and I was enjoying myself immensely... but I'd had an ulterior motive for my timing going down on her that I had no intention of sharing with her. Having her riding me out on the couch had felt a little bit too good! I needed a break to let myself cool down a little, so I could make myself last, and give her the first time she deserved. And if my 'break' equated to an extra orgasm for her from using my mouth... well then, so much the better, for both of us!
I kissed, and licked, and sucked, exploring to see what she liked best. The answer to that question seemed to be 'variety'; she moaned loudest when I didn't do the same thing for very long in a row, but kept her guessing instead. But there was one thing I'd noticed that seemed to work even better than that; I'd given her brief little tastes, but I was holding off, waiting to surprise her with it until she was getting close.
“Oh! Oh Daddy!” she moaned, her hands tightening on my head, pulling me tighter against her juicy little lips. I grinned to myself... and sucked her tiny, firm little clitty as deeply as I could into my mouth, pinching it tightly between my lips, and rapidly flicking it with the tip of my tongue!
“Daddyyyy!” she screamed, her body thrashing on the bed. I held her down tight by my grip on her thighs, her sexy little feet fluttering in the air, her toes curling in ecstasy.
I waited for the crest to break... but the moment it did, and her orgasm started to fade, I was up onto my knees, notching myself into place.
“Daddy, no, I—” she gasped, her eyes going wide in panic... but then they were rolling back in her head, her body trembling again as I forced my way inside. I could still feel the tail end of her orgasm, her pussy clenching, trying to keep me out. I didn't let it stop me; I pushed all the way in, burying myself to the hilt. I tightened my grip on the backs of her thighs, holding her down to the bed... and started doing my absolute best to fuck her half to death!
“Ohhh Daddyyy...” she moaned, staring desperately up into my eyes, licking and biting her lips. For a long, drawn-out moment I honestly had no idea what she was thinking... but she seemed to make a decision; she grabbed her ankles, straightening her knees and pulling her legs back into a widely-spread 'V', all the way down until her toes were touching the bed, showing off her incredible flexibility for me!
“Fuck me, Daddy!” she moaned. “I'm your obedient little fuck-doll! You can have me any way you like, Daddy! Always!”
“God, I love you baby!” I moaned, making her giggle in between her gasps as my cock slammed into her depths, the sound of flesh impacting flesh filling the room, her phenomenal teenage tits bouncing on her chest from the force of the fucking she was getting. She was so fucking sexy... and her pussy was incredible! Tova was right, it really did feel like she was the exact perfect size for me; I could fuck her as hard as I wanted, stretching her as deep as she could go, right down to her absolute limit... while still knowing I wouldn't actually be hurting her any more than she wanted me to. But even more than that... she was my baby girl. She always had been, and she always would be. She was the light of my life... and she was mine!
We didn't speak, and once again we didn't need to. We just kept staring deeply into one another's eyes—when I wasn't glancing down at her amazing, bouncing tits, her long, slender legs, or her tiny pink pussy lips being stretched so wide around my cock, that is! It was like my body was running on autopilot, the pounding of my hips directed purely by instinct, nothing but thoughts of how amazingly, stunningly gorgeous she was filling my mind.
“Please!” she suddenly gasped. “Please!” She had no breath for more, but I understood what she wanted... what she needed!.
“Cum for me, baby!” I groaned, barely able to gather enough breath myself. “Be my good little girl, and cum on Daddy's cock!”
“Daddyyy!” she whimpered and wailed, trembling beneath me, her tight, creamy little cunny clenching almost painfully around my cock. Her thighs, especially, were shaking under my hands. And is there any sexier sight than the backs of a skinny girl's thighs, quivering uncontrollably as she cums? Not to me, there isn't! That image alone brought me at least two notches closer to an orgasm of my own! But I wasn't there, not quite yet. I wanted to get at least one more out of her first, before I'd be ready to join her. I stroked my hands up and down those amazing, shuddering thighs... and just kept on fucking her, as deep, hard, and fast as I could, carrying her through and making it last. Her eyes went wide as she realized what I intended—she'd clearly been expecting a bit of a break after cumming, but there was no way I was going her one, not unless she asked. Maybe not even then! She squealed and squirmed... but when she finally gathered enough breath to speak again, it wasn't to ask for a break.
“My titties, Daddy!” she begged. “My titties!”
I grinned wickedly down at her. Her words themselves were open to interpretation, gasped without context the way they'd been. I was momentarily tempted to pretend I'd misunderstood somehow... but I knew exactly what she meant. More importantly, that was one request I was more than happy to grant! I grabbed her tits and started to squeeze, gradually increasing in pressure, until her eyes rolled back in her head, her sexy, skinny little belly lifting into the air as she arched her back.
I could feel the pressure building inside me, but I fought it back. One more... I wanted one more orgasm out of her first. That became my mantra, something to fixate on, to help distract me from the unbelievable perfection of my daughter's amazing, squelching little pussy, wrapped so tightly around my cock. I was gasping, panting, moaning, sweat dripping down my face and chest... but I was in better shape than Tova was. She seemed barely even conscious anymore, having completely abandoned herself to the joy of getting fucked by her Daddy's cock!
“Unnnh!” she suddenly moaned, her eyes going wide again. She couldn't speak, but I knew what she meant.
“Do it, baby!” I commanded. “Give Daddy that cum!” I tightened my grip on her tits, my fingers digging deeply, bruisingly into her tender young flesh. She squealed and shook, clenching around my cock. I let go of my restraint, letting myself enjoy it fully. It didn't take long for me to climb the hill behind her; she'd just finished cresting, her orgasm barely beginning to fade, when it was time.
“Oh, take it baby!” I groaned, slamming into her the hardest I'd done yet as my cock started to pulse. “Take Daddy's cum!”
“Daddyyy! she found the breath to scream, the feeling of my hot, incestuous cum bursting inside her sending her hurtling directly into orgasm again, from the looks of it several times stronger than the one she'd just been finishing. I fucked her hard and fast, gasping, my muscles shaking, barely able to hold myself up. I was really doing it! I was cumming in my own daughter's pussy... I was filling her unprotected, fertile teenage womb! I could be breeding her... knocking her up, putting my baby in her! I could be getting my own daughter pregnant... and I loved her so much, I didn't even care!
Even after I'd finished, her quivering little cunny having milked me of every last drop I had to give, still I kept fucking her, every thrust sending nearly unbearable pleasure racing through my overly-sensitive cockhead. God... it almost hurt, it felt so good! But Tova wasn't finished cumming yet, and I absolutely refused to stop before she was. She was writhing, screaming, shaking her head in reflexive denial of so much pure, inescapable pleasure. The crest of it seemed to last almost forever, her vulnerable, helpless body held at the absolute peak by my mercilessly thrusting cock. But finally it broke, and as she started sliding down the back side of it I allowed myself to collapse onto her chest, kissing her ravenously on her lips as I gradually allowed myself to slow, and then stop. She finally let go of her ankles, letting her legs collapse down to the bed. My body was still shaking, my muscles barely responding to commands. But somehow I found the strength to roll us over so I was on my back, and I wrapped her in my arms, clutching her desperately to my chest. She nuzzled against me, both of us panting in exhausted satisfaction, trying to recover.
“Herregud i himmelen, Daddy...” she moaned, trembling with pleasure as an aftershock ran through her. “Is having sex always like that?”
“No, baby...” I chuckled, still gasping for breath. “Not even close! That... I don't even have the words, to describe what that was! That was so, so much better than what sex usually is! You are incredible, Tova! Truly, unbelievable!”
“You too, Daddy!” she giggled, turning her head to softly kiss my chest, before snuggling down again. “I always knew you'd be good, but that...” She shook her head in disbelief.
“Yeah...” I agreed, bending my neck to softly kiss her in her hair, and we faded into comfortable, loving silence together, my hands slowly stroking up and down her sexy, sweat-slickened back.
“Daddy?” she asked a short time later.
“Yes, sweetie?” I purred.
“Umm... How long do you think I should wait, before I tell Mamma that I'm not coming back to Sweden? That I'll finish my last year of school here instead... and that I'm going to stay here with you, after I graduate?”
“Are... are you sure, sweetie?” I forced myself to ask. She had dual Swedish-American citizenship, so at least that part wasn't a worry...
“Daddy...” she chided, lifting her head to look me in my eyes. “Of course I'm sure! I'm yours now! I'm not going anywhere! And I promise, Daddy... when we have babies together, you're going to be right there with me raising them together, not halfway around the world like you had to be with me!”
“Baby, I...” I gulped, my eyes going wide. “Are you sure? What about... you know. Birth defects, and stuff? You said it yourself, that Wester-whatsit effect evolved specifically to prevent that sort of thing.”
“Relax, Daddy!” she giggled, stretching up to kiss me softly on my lips, then wiggling herself back down onto my still mostly-hard cock, making me moan as she snuggled back down against my chest again. “I've looked into it... it's actually not nearly as big a deal as people assume. Sure, if you have generation after generation of it, it can start to be a problem... but that's hardly the case here. You know how much I've always wanted to have babies of my own... and there is no way in hell I'm ever going to let somebody else put them in me, somebody who isn't you! You are an amazing daddy, Daddy... and I should know, better than anybody! Our babies are going to be even luckier than I was, getting to have you with them all the time, instead of having to make do with only visits and Zoom calls like I did!”
“I...” I swallowed nervously. I had to be crazy! But if I was truly being honest with myself... I wanted it, too. I wanted it every bit as much as she did! The biggest regret of my life was the amount of time I hadn't been able to spend with Tova while she'd been growing up. I would not let that happen again, with our own children!
“In that case, baby...” I said, softly kissing her hair again. “What would you say if I put an offer in, to buy this house for ourselves?”
“Really, Daddy?” she gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she lifted her head again. “Can... can you afford a place like this?”
“That... kind of depends, sweetheart,” I smiled, lovingly stroking my fingers through her soft, sweat-dampened hair. “You know how small my apartment is, and it's not like I've been spending much on anything else. So I have enough saved up. But... I was planning on using that money for your education, if you wanted to come study at one of the big, expensive schools here in America.”
“I don't care about that, Daddy!” she vigorously shook her head, then stopped, biting her lip. “I... I can, if that's what you really want me to do... But as far as I'm concerned, and if you'll let me... I'll be much happier as your good little house-wifey, staying home and taking care of our babies, instead!”
“Then that works for me!” I agreed. I hadn't even finished getting the words out before she kissed me, passionately, squealing into my lips in joy. “Of course, we can also go house-hunting, if this one isn't quite what you want...”
“This one is perfect, Daddy!” she murmured into our kiss, softly shaking her head. “Three bedrooms for our babies, and a pool, and a lawn... It's absolutely perfect, Daddy, better than I ever dreamed! This is the one I want!”
I smiled, stopped trying to talk, and dedicated myself completely to our kiss. It really was crazy, I knew that it was... But I loved Tova, and she loved me. Whatever obstacles we may face... we would make this work—I would make sure of it!