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by Victoria Blackstone
Collection of Short Stories of Familial Entanglement
Published by Lot’s Cave
Daddies and Daughters
Relative Heat, © 2017, by Victoria Blackstone
All Rights Reserved
Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
Daddy’s Little Girl
I waited, anxious, wondering if they would do it again tonight. They had last night. I’d heard the telltale sounds of their bed creaking, their headboard occasionally bumping into the wall amid my mother’s moans and my father’s groans. Though I really had no idea what they did during nights like that, I knew that the following morning, my mother was always in a good mood, smiling and animated and funny and really loving. I reasoned that, whatever it was they were doing, it must be something wonderful.
I’d become aware of their nighttime fun when I got up to go pee late one night. I’d stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth agape, my heart racing, as I tried to discern whether my mother was in distress. It sounded like she was, but then I heard her voice; an unmistakable Yes! reached my ears. I’d scurried back down the hall to my room and crawled under the covers, trying to imagine what was going on. And from that night forward I would listen until I fell asleep, trying to hear them again, curious, fascinated.
Tonight was the first time I’d actually gotten out of bed and crept down the hall to listen, my heart racing as I pressed my ear to the door. I heard my father groaning, and I heard my mother... “That’s it, big boy, come to momma.” Then, moments later... “Yes, baby, that’s it,” she cooed. My father’s groaning peaked and then tapered off, and then there was silence. I closed my eyes, straining to hear, not wanting to miss anything. And then I heard footsteps. My eyes got big and I backed up into the corner, sure I was about to be caught, but unable to move. I held my breath and a moment later the door opened, my father’s large frame filling the opening, illuminated by the soft glow of the night light in the bathroom. My gaze dropped immediately to his penis, hanging heavy between his legs, bouncing from one thigh to the other as he walked across the hall, right past me and into the bathroom.
I released the breath I held, my body uncoiling, my eyes closing with relief. I turned and crept down the hall, but a chill ran up my back when the floor creaked under my foot. I panicked, moving as quickly as I could back to my room, where I slipped into bed and pulled the covers over my head. And then I waited, knowing he heard me, my ten year old mind trying to imagine what my punishment would be for sneaking around in the middle of the night. With nothing else to reference the infraction against, I could only imagine the worst.
Several moments passed before I heard his quiet footsteps in the hall. They stopped in my doorway, then, a few moments later, he moved again, closer. I could feel him next to my bed. I held my breath, my pulse racing. The sheet began to move and I squeezed my eyes shut tight, waiting for the reprimand I knew was coming.
But it didn’t. Instead, I felt the backs of his fingers on my cheek. The softest touch, an unfamiliar smell reaching my nose, making me breathe deep.
He laughed softly, moving his hand over my lips, under my nose. “Like that, sugar?” he whispered.
I risked meeting his gaze. “What is it?”
He smiled. “Love. Taste,” he said, teasing my lips.
I opened them, allowing him to slip a finger in. Instinctively, I closed my lips around him, a smile pulling my lips. He smiled too, then pulled the finger out and offered me the other. When there was nothing left of the taste I pushed his finger out with my tongue. He cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my lips.
I nodded. It was rare that daddy smiled the way he was just now; so relaxed, so warm and friendly. Like momma would be in the morning.
“Move over, sweetheart.”
I did, surprised when he slid in beside me, taking up most of my small bed. He put his arm around me and pulled me to him, my cheek on his chest. He ran his fingers my hair while his other hand rubbed my back his. I sighed, content.
His deep, husky voice broke the brief silence. “Were you listening?”
His tone set my mind at ease, making it easier for me to nod. He teased my ear with the tip of his finger. He laughed softly. “Tell me what you heard?”
“I heard mommy. She sounded happy.”
“She was happy. Very happy. We were making love.”
My eyes grew round, my heart rate increasing. “You were making a baby?”
He laughed softly. “Well... we were practicing. Tell me what you heard.”
“Something about a big boy, and she wanted him to come to her.”
“She calls me big boy when we’re making love. She was telling me how much she wanted me.”
“She loves you.”
“Yes, she does, sweetheart, very much, and when we make love, her vagina gets wet. That’s what you tasted on my fingers.”
I scrunched up my nose as a shiver coursed through me. “You had momma’s pee on your fingers?”
He laughed. “No, sweetheart, it was her... lubricant. She gets wet when she gets sexually excited. All women do.”
I processed his words. “So, it wasn’t pee?”
“No, it wasn’t. It sure tasted good, though, didn’t it?”
I nodded, inhaling again when he held his finger under my nose. Even though I’d licked all of the taste off, I could still smell her scent. “That’s her...”
“Lubricant. Her juices.” He kissed the top of my head. “And when we make love, her juices get all over me.”
My brows drew. “But, you don’t smell.”
“My penis does.”
My breath caught with his words, with the implication. He said, “There’s probably still a lot of her juice on me,” he said, his hand on my shoulder, the pressure increasing little by little, my heart rate skyrocketing as his intent registered. I shook my head and he released me. “Give me a kiss, baby.”
I exhaled, the tension leaving as quickly as it had come, and raised up to kiss his cheek.
“Again,” he said.
Again, I kissed him, but this time he turned his head, and my lips landed on his. I pulled back, surprised. He smiled. “Again, baby, slower.”
I moved toward him, my gaze on his, nervous, but I did as he said, leaving my lips on his for several moments. It was then the scent hit me; her scent. “You smell like momma’s...”
He nodded. “It’s all over my lips.”
“But how did I get there?”
He laughed softly. “Kiss me again, sweetheart. This time close your eyes, enjoy the feeling.”
Again I moved, pressing my lips to his, allowing my eyes to close. I felt his lips part and I pulled away, thinking he wanted to speak. He shook his head. “Relax, sugar, I’m gonna brush my tongue against yours.” I gave him a look. He said, “I promise, it’ll feel really good.”
I was skeptical but I moved back to him, my eyes closing as my lips met his. I shivered when his tongue brushed against my lips, the feeling indescribable, but as good as that felt, it was nothing compared to the feelings I got in my tummy when his tongue brushed against mine. It felt like a million butterflies taking off, like I was turning inside out. I pulled away, my head shaking, out of breath, my heart racing.
He laughed softly. “Like that, sweetheart?”
I nodded, unable to stop the smile. “It feels like I’m falling.”
He nodded. “More?”
I nodded vigorously, and we spent several long minutes kissing, my whole body tingling, warm, excited yet relaxed.
“Get up on your knees,” he said, his tone gentle.
I did. He lifted my night gown, his head shaking as he stared at my underwear. “Such a pretty young thing.” I smiled, shy. “Take your panties off, sugar.”
I gave him a look. “Daddy, you guys told me never to allow a man to see me down there!”
He shook his head. “Only daddy, sweetheart, nobody else.” At my skeptical look, he said, “I really want to see how you’ve grown.”
I shrugged as I reached for the waistband. Slowly, I slipped them over my hips, just enough for him to see me.
He shook his head slowly, his smile gone. “So beautiful, baby, just like your momma.”
“You think I’m beautiful?”
He nodded then shifted his gaze back down. “Take them off, baby, and I’ll show you something that feels really nice.”
His warm tone had me pushing my panties down, and I lifted first one knee and then the other. Again he shook his head, holding my nightie up, staring at me. He shook my nightie. “This too, baby.” At my skeptical look, he nodded. “Only for daddy, baby.”
“Kay.” I pulled the thing over my head.
He caught my waist, surprising me when he lifted me, when he settled me over his face, one knee on either side of him. Again my heart was pounding. They’d always told me to keep my knees together; but this was the furthest thing from that that I could imagine. “Daddy!”
“Shh.” He closed his fingers around my thighs, his thumbs visible between my legs, and spread me open. I watched, beside myself, as my vagina came down to rest on his lips. I yelped, a moment later, nearly falling over when I felt his tongue on me. His hands came up around my waist to support me, and within seconds I was light-headed and dizzy, my stomach turning in the most delightful way. My head shaking, I reached down into his hair, curling my fingers in it, moaning. The feeling was better than any roller coaster and I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t pass out from the barrage of sensations.
I have no idea how long he went at me for but I nearly cried out in surprise when he lifted me off and laid me down on his belly, my head tucked under his chin. He rubbed my back, and as my breathing slowed and my heart rate eased, I noticed something warm dancing around against the inside of my thigh. I lifted my head, my brows drawn. He shook his head. “It’s alright, sweetie, it’s my penis.” I smiled, shy. He laughed softly. “Move down, baby,” he said, his voice husky and low.
“But your penis is in the way.”
He nodded. “Let it rub against your vagina, honey. It feels really good.”
I smiled. “Is that making love?”
He nodded slowly. “Yes, baby. Do you want to make love with daddy?” I nodded, unable to stop the smile. He gave me a cautious look. “It might hurt a bit at first... until you get used to it.” My brows drew. He shook his head. “It won’t be too bad, honey, but if it is, we can stop, okay?”
I smiled, still unsure, but I trusted him not to hurt me, and so I moved back until I felt his thing moving around against my vagina. He nodded, his hands massaging my butt. “That’s it, sweetheart. Reach down and guide it in.”
I bit my lip and, my gaze on his, I reached between us, wrapped my hand around him, or tried to, anyway. He’s awfully big. “I don’t think he’s gonna fit, Daddy.”
He smiled. “It’ll fit, baby, I promise.”
My gaze on his, I moved it around, my eyelids fluttering when he pushed against me, making me swallow, making my breath catch. “Feel nice, baby girl?”
I nodded. “It’s so smooth, so hard. So big.”
“Move down some more, sugar,” he said, his voice straining.
I pushed harder against him, my eyes opening with the stretching feeling. “Keep going, baby,” he whispered, his hands closing around the tops of my thighs, easing me further back.
My head fell forward, my breath catching when I felt him suddenly stretch me open, the ridge I’d felt at the top of his penis popping in, hooking itself inside of me. “What if it won’t come back out?”
He smiled. “Unfortunately, honey, it will.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Positive.”
He pushed on my thighs, forcing himself in a bit further. I fell forward onto his chest, my head shaking.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
“Want me to stop?”
I was just about to nod when I felt it swell up inside of me, taking my breath away, but when the swelling went away I was left with the feeling of not wanting to be anywhere else, of wanting him in me, and wanting him out of me, all at the same time. I pushed back against him, making us both moan.
“That’s it, baby girl, show daddy what you want.”
I lifted my head to meet his gaze, my head shaking, my gaze dropping to his lips.
“Want a kiss, baby girl?”
I nodded, smiling placidly.
He moved then, sitting up, taking me with him. My eyes went round as I tried to keep from sinking down onto him, the stretching, too much. Once I got my knees pulled up, though, I felt much better. I tilted my head up to find his lips close enough to reach. I pressed my lips to his. They parted almost immediately, and I moaned, sagging against him, as his tongue began to move against my own.
He was leaning on one arm. With the other, he massaged my lower back, his hand slowly sliding down, cupping my butt, pulling at it, making me crazy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
He broke the kiss, speaking against my lips. “Move up and down on it, sweetie. Ride me.”
For some reason, the words sounded naughty to me, but it felt so unbelievably good to have him inside of me that I couldn’t help but search out his lips again. I needed to feel his tongue against mine, and though I felt too full to take any more of him, I found that just rotating my hips felt absolutely delicious, and if his moans were any indication, he liked it too.
He surprised me again when he moved to the side, then rolled over, taking me with him, laying me on my back. I smiled up at him. “I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, sweetheart, very much.”
I bit my lip, my breath catching when he began to push further into me. “You feel so good, honey.”
I smiled. “Are we making love?”
He nodded. “Yes, baby, we’re making love.”
“Are we going to have a baby?”
He laughed softly. “Probably not, sweetheart. I think you may be a bit young for that.” He brushed his lips to mine. “Do you want to have daddy’s baby?”
I nodded, my gaze dropping to his lips. He shook his head, then sealed his lips to mine, his tongue slipping in, teasing my own, making me dizzy. He broke the kiss a few moments later and moved his lips to my ear. “Daddy’s little girl?”
“You want daddy’s baby?”
He pushed harder, sliding in further, making me groan, reminding me that he wasn’t all in yet. “You like having daddy inside of you, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Gonna come, sugar. Squeeze down.”
“Come to momma,” I whispered, watching his eyes.
He released a long, low groan, as his penis began to throb inside of me. I caught my lip in my teeth, but released it a moment later when he slipped his tongue between my lips. I shivered, my fingers tightening in his hair.
He had me cover my vagina with my hand while he went to get a towel, and once he cleaned the slippery stuff from between my legs he laid down with me and pulled me to him. He told me how much he loves me, and that making love had to be our secret.
And it was... until the morning, when my mother entered the kitchen and kissed the top of my head. She stopped, hovering over me, and I swallowed, nervous.
“Sweetheart, did daddy come see you last night?”
My heart rate shot up as I fought to think of what to say. She crouched down to look up at me, and used a finger to push a lock of hair behind my ear. “Did daddy come see you, sweetheart?” she asked, her tone softer.
I dropped my gaze, nodding. “Is he going to get in trouble?”
She tapped my nose, smiling. “That depends, honey.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did he hurt you?”
I shook my head, unable to stop the smile. “No, Momma. Well, not after a few minutes.”
“Was he gentle?”
Her gentle smile and her warm tones put me at ease, and I nodded. “He loves me. We made love.”
“You did, huh?” I nodded. She said, “Honey, you’re maybe a bit too young to make love. Are you sure it didn’t hurt?”
I shrugged. “A little, at first.” I smiled. “Then it felt really good.” My brows drew. “Are you gonna be mad at daddy?”
“Do you want me to?”
I shook my head. “Then he won’t be able to come see me tonight.”
“And is that what you want, sweetheart?”
I nodded, grinning. But then I made a face. “I’m sore.”
She nodded, slowly, and stood. Holding a hand out to me, she said, “Come with me, little one. Let momma take a look at you.”
I took her hand. “Am I in trouble, Momma?”
“No, sweetie. You haven’t done anything wrong. I just want to make sure you haven’t hurt yourself.”
She had me take my underwear off and lay on my bed. With gentle hands she pulled my legs open, and I watched her face as she moved closer. “Am I hurt, Momma?”
She shook her head, smiling. “I don’t think so, sweetheart.” She returned her gaze to my vagina and, with a gentle touch, spread me open. “You look a bit tender.” She allowed my lips to close then surprised me when she pressed a kiss to me. She sat up then, patting me gently. “You should probably leave your underwear off for the rest of the day. Maybe it’ll hurt less.”
I nodded. She raked her nails up my thigh then squeezed my knee, making me giggle. “So, you liked making love with daddy?” I grinned, nodding. She shook her head, seeming amused. “Oh, my precocious little angel.”
“Precocious. It means you’re older than your years.”
I smiled. “Like a grown up?”
She laughed softly. “Sort of.” She reached out, then, covered my vagina with her hand, and squeezed. “Wanna do something for me?”
“Tonight, right after your father and I go to our room, I want you to come in, and I want you to crawl into bed with us, and I want you to lay on your back between us, and I want you to ask daddy if he’ll make love to you. Can you do that?”
I nodded. “Yes, Momma.”
She moved the heel of her hand around on my vulva, making me shiver. “And I want you naked when you come in, okay?”
She pressed her lips to my vagina, one last time, then stood.
“Momma, are you gonna watch me and daddy make love?”
She raked her nails over my skin, making me shiver. “Yes, sweetheart, momma’s gonna hold you open for him,” she purred.
I smiled. “Are you and daddy gonna make love too, Momma?”
“Oh, yes, my sweet girl.”
“Can I watch?” I asked, unable to hide my excitement.
“That what you want?”
She shook her head, smiling. “You know I can’t deny my little angel.”
I held my arms out to her. “Can I have a kiss, Momma?”
I held my breath, listening, eyes closed, waiting.
Then I heard it; the squeak of her bed, then, moments later, another squeak. I listened for several minutes before sliding out of bed and moving quietly into the hall. I slowed as I approached her room, cocking my head to better hear, and though I could hear her quiet voice, I couldn’t make out the words. I needed to, though; I needed to know what she was saying.
I crept closer, avoiding the creaky spot on the floor, and stopped at her door. It was ajar, as it was almost every time, about an inch, and the light from the moon illuminated her room well enough that, as I put my eye to the opening, I could see them fairly clearly. Well, I could see his back, anyway. This was his favorite position; him on top. I know this because nearly every time we make love, I’m on my back, him hovering over me, staring down at me, kissing me, whispering in my ear, telling me how much he loves me.
And yet, here I was, watching him move rhythmically, pushing into our daughter, the bed rocking gently as he thrust into her, making her moan.
Her hands came up then, sliding slowly up over his hips and onto his lower back, moving back and forth, encouraging him, and as his pace increased her hands moved lower, to his ass, her fingers curling. Her knees came up then, her feet coming up off the bed, hooking behind his thighs, pulling him in deeper. I know the feeling all too well; the feeling of being full. But where I longed to be full of my husband’s cock, she longed to be full of her daddy’s manhood—his penis. Never, in the three years they’ve been sexually active, have I heard her utter the C word. And nor had I ever heard her use the F word. I suppose she’s more a lady than I.
My ears picked up the first words I’d been able to decipher since arriving at her door: “Daddy...” Then softer, “Harder, baby.”
I shivered, unable to stop my hand as it moved down into my panties. I teased my clit as I listened to his grunts and groans, as he worked his cock in and out of her.
“More, baby,” she purred, her tone low and husky.