Answers and Advances

Zack was surprised at how touchy all three Woodsen girls were after the incident with Ashley almost falling of a cliff. If Zack wasn’t mistaken, the boom came from the direction of the Ravers Cabin, which actually wasn’t very far away at all.

Sarah kept touching Zack’s shoulders to ‘help him’ with certain obstacles in the path. Hannah was behind him, occasionally touching his ass, and his arm was around Ashley’s shoulders, as she seemed more than a little rattled by the almost falling to her **** thing.

They strode out of the tree line, and saw immediately the source of the boom. Brandon, a bottle of beer in his hand, was taking long sips of it, while several huge fireworks were positioned, aimed in the general direction of the cliff Ashley had almost fallen off of.

He saw instantly Zack with his arm around Ashley and strode towards them, angry. No, furious.

“Where the fuck do you get off, Bishop? Taking my girlfriend, I mean.” Brandon snarled.

Then, the completely unexpected happened. Sarah slapped Brandon across the face.

Brandon staggered back a few steps, staring incredulously at his girlfriend’s mother.

“From the looks of those fireworks over there, your idiot ass almost killed the girlfriend that you’re allegedly trying to protect. So I’d say you shut the hell up, you insufferable dick.” Sarah seethed. In an odd way, Zack had never found Sarah Woodsen quite as sexy.

She slipped her arm through Zack’s and tugged him and Ashley by extension towards the cabin. Hannah glanced around subtly before slapping Brandon, too, and then hurrying after her mother, a small smirk on her face.

“What the fuck?” Brandon muttered before following after them, his cheek rapidly becoming sore.

———

Madison watched with a sinking heart as Zack entered the cabin with his arm around Ashley Woodsen’s shoulders. The girl she hated, not just because of Ashley being a reminder of what Madison couldn’t have in Zack, but because she was such a popular bitch, always trying to be so friendly to everyone, make friends.

God, now she was even stealing the boy Maddie was crushing on, while she was dating Madison’s brother!

But Madison kept on a flat, indifferent face. Sarah and Hannah re-entered the cabin as well, and then Brandon followed, a red mark on his cheek. Two of them, actually, Madison realized, not one big one like she’d thought.

From the satisfied smirk on Hannah Woodsen’s face, Madison suspected that one of the marks was Hannah’s hand.

“What happened to you?” Vanessa gasped, rushing towards her son. Madison rolled her eyes as her mother squeezed Brandon into a tight hug and then started fussing over his cheek. How was it Brandon was the favorite of both of their parents?

“I slapped him.” Sarah said calmly.

“What?!” Vanessa demanded, turning sharply. Brandon let out a small grunt as Vanessa’s hip pushed against him.

“Your son almost got my daughter killed.” Sarah said matter-of-factly.

“What?” Vanessa spluttered.

“He’s been setting off fireworks while drunk off his ass. We couldn’t see them because of the dense forestry, but the explosions resulting from the fireworks dislodged some rocks, and Ashley almost fell fifty feet. Zack and Hannah saved her life.” Sarah explained to the whole cabin. Everyone except Robert Ravers, who was curiously absent, and Chloe, Charlotte, and Monica, who were all still in town.

“I can’t believe this.” Vanessa told Brandon in a low tone. He looked disheartened, and Vanessa’s angry facade broke and she pulled him in for a tight hug. Ugh. She coddled him.

“C’mon, baby.” Vanessa murmured, and guided Brandon away. Sarah rolled her eyes. Zack was led to a couch by the Woodsen sisters, and sat down between them. Neither seemed very inclined to leave his side. Hannah in particular seemed a bit flirtier than usual.

“Well, that was interesting.” Paris Bishop commented, and then she hit a striped ball into the pocket.

“Ugh!” Taylor scowled at her cousin, who stuck her tongue out at her. Zack murmured something to the Woodsens and got up to move towards Gavin and Victoria, who were chatting in a corner of the room while playing chess, but Ashley slipped her hand into his, and stared up at him with imploring blue eyes.

Madison gritted her teeth as Zack smiled at the blond and sat back down.

———

Robert Ravers was, in fact, in the small guesthouse. There was scarcely any room for anybody, but the Smiths had called today and said that their cabin rental had fallen through, and inquired if they could stay with Robert.

He’d informed them that the conditions might be a little cramped, but they were of course welcome.

So, he was setting out some things to make the guesthouse nice. The king bed that would likely be taken by Arthur and Helena had fresh sheets. He’d let them have their own bedroom, and had set out three cots in the living room for their children, Julian, Grace, and Pietra.

“Dad?” Heather’s voice came, and Robert gave a low groan.

“In here, princess!” was all Robert said. And then there was his teenage temptress daughter in the flesh. Her revealing top was still on, and it was sending Robert’s thoughts down a very dark and incestuous path.

“Hey. What are you doing?” Heather frowned, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear.

“The Smiths are coming later this afternoon.” Robert revealed. Heather lit up.

“Pietra’s coming?!” she asked excitedly.

Ah, shit. Pietra and Hannah were bad influences in Heather’s teen life, his daughter’s self-proclaimed mentors. Well, Robert said bad. He really meant that they opened Heather’s eyes to the world of seduction.

Something Robert regretted right now, seeing his daughter’s large tits in that tight, cleavage-showing shirt.

“So. Did the top work as, ahem, intended?” Robert asked politely, and busied himself with arranging the pillows on the small sofa.

Heather sighed, and he heard his daughter walk closer. Casting his eyes skyward for a second in a silent prayer, Robert turned back to Heather, who looked a bit sad.

“I don’t think so.” she sighed.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Robert said, and Heather walked forwards to hug her father, and Robert groaned. He couldn’t help it!

He was already rock hard from his daughter’s tempting looks, and the feel of her body, of those huge, tempting boobs squashing against his chest.

Heather stepped back, gazing awestruck at her father, who was unable to look at his daughter. She kept backing up until she bumped into an armchair, and sat on its’ arm.

“Dad, did you just...” Heather trailed off uncertainly, and then Robert did look at her. At her great, wonderful tits. At the face so beautiful that Robert couldn’t ever forget it. At her sensual curves. At the surprise and what he hoped was flickering want in those royal blue eyes of hers.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Robert sighed. Heather stood, and slowly walked closer. With each step she took towards him, breathing became harder and harder.

When she was right in front of him, Robert could barely breathe. And then Heather was gazing at him with those beautiful eyes, and Robert was moving.

His body was intimately familiar with how to do this. On reflex, he hooked one arm around Heather’s waist, yanked her the last few inches between them, and kissed his daughter passionately on the lips, and changed his earlier prayer from one of purity to one of deep, depraved sin.

To Robert’s delight, Heather kissed back, her body arching up against Robert’s. He felt her hips press against Robert’s rock hard cock, and her full breasts truly flatten against his muscled chest.

His hands pawed at her back and butt like he was an eager teenager, but he didn’t care. Robert Ravers was kissing his own daughter, and that was incredible.

And then she drew back, panting, flushed, and so much lust alight in those deep blue eyes of hers.

“Daddy...” Heather whimpered, and then Robert was there, holding her in his arms, unwilling to let her go. She smiled at him, a soft, needy smile.

“Daddy... I want you to fuck me.” Heather begged, and Robert’s cock gave a throb.

“It’s... wrong, isn’t it?” Robert said weakly.

Heather laughed and kissed Robert again, her full lips a light brush against his. Teasing minx.

“So is kissing your daughter, but that didn’t stop you.” she winked.

Robert lifted his daughter, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him fiercely as he staggered into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

They fell backwards onto the bed, and Heather sat up, straddling her father’s hips, and Robert watched in awestruck fascination as she crossed her arms to lift the top over her head, and displayed her tits clad only in a lacy pink bra. Robert’s mouth watered at the sight of her large, gorgeous tits.

“Like them, Daddy?” Heather asked in a breathy voice. Robert grunted at that, and she laughed, leaning down to kiss him again. Robert reached up to cup her cheek as she did so, his thumb softly rubbing her cheek.

When Heather drew back, she scooted backwards a little bit, resting her toned ass directly on his bulge, and she let out a small moan of delight before she completed her objective, grabbing the hem of Robert’s shirt and yanking it up his muscled chest as best she could. Robert lifted his torso off the bed and helped his daughter take his shirt off, and then he sat up fully, meeting Heather in a passionate kiss, her long legs feeling incredibly smooth in his grip.

Robert leaned down slightly and kissed that tantalizing cleavage. His daughter gave a delighted gasp at that, and Robert decided he loved the pleasured sounds that his daughter made when aroused.

Robert slipped his tongue into the valley between his little girl’s melons, and Heather’s hand grasped at his carefully styled hair, but he didn’t mind.

“D-Daddy!” Heather moaned loudly, and Robert removed his tongue from between his daughter’s breasts, and gave her a kiss again, this one long and intimate.

“Do you want to go all the way?” Robert asked his daughter after several minutes of wonderful kissing.

“I... I...” Heather hesitated. Robert was slightly relieved at that.

“Heather, baby, I want you. Badly. I have wanted you for, well, a while. But if you want to wait, to get your head on straight before we do this, I understand.” Robert murmured.

“Are you sure?” Heather whispered.

“Of course I’m sure, honey. I don’t want things to ever be awkward between us, or cold and hostile. If you decide that this will be the last time I can ever... touch you, I’ll manage, and respect your wishes. I won’t **** you to do anything you don’t want to.” Robert said softly.

“I... thank you, Daddy.” Heather said, and she kissed him again.

Then, she drew back, her royal blue eyes darker than usual.

“But I want this.” she whispered, and Robert’s mouth went instantly dry.

“Good.” Robert said in a raw, lustful voice, and he reached for Heather’s bra strap. She sighed happily as he expertly unhooked it.

He slowly removed the bra, gazing in awe at his daughter’s naked breasts. Heather blushed a bit at his roving eyes, and Robert tilted her chin up to press a kiss to her lips.

“Tell me to stop at any time, and I will.” Robert vowed, and then he acted swiftly. He flipped the two of them over, so that Heather lay on her back, boobs bouncing from the sudden movement, and the motion drew Robert’s eyes. He scooted back from his daughter’s hips to give himself some room, and then he pressed his lips onto her left tit’s nipple.

Heather let out an adorable gasp as Robert gently bit her nipple, and tugged at it a bit, his tongue swirling around it. Suckling on his daughter’s nipple drew to mind a fantasy of a very pregnant Heather, with her breastfeeding her own father.

Robert looked up at his daughter.

“Are you on birth control?” Robert demanded. Heather shook her head in an eager yes. Robert scrambled up off the bed, and started unbuttoning his pants. Heather scrambled to unbutton her own bottoms, and then Robert was out of his own pants, and he grabbed the legs of his daughter’s jeans, and yanked them off her.

Heather shivered, from lust or sudden cold, Robert had no idea, but he knew what he wanted. He leaned down to kiss the front of Heather’s thighs, then slowly trailed kisses upwards, and then he was kissing the insides of her thighs and she was purring.

“Daddy!” she gasped elatedly, and Robert felt his cock give a throb.

Heather gripped Robert’s shoulders, and he looked up from the lacy pink panties covering his daughter’s sex, and met her eyes.

“I want you inside me, Daddy.” she whispered. Robert nodded, and tugged his boxers down to let his rock hard cock spring out.

Heather whimpered at the sight of it. Robert was awfully well-endowed, but in this moment, he didn’t feel swaggering. He didn’t feel confident. He just hoped that he was big enough to please his daughter. He hooked his fingers in Heather’s panties and tugged them down her thighs which he’d just been kissing, and then down her calves until he yanked them off and dropped them atop his pants.

Robert placed his hands on Heather’s legs and slowly separated them, tugging her down a bit so her ass rested on the edge of the bed, giving Robert easier access to her glistening pussy.

Robert slowly lined his aching cock with his daughter’s entrance, and met her blue eyes. The only thing Robert was waiting for, Heather gave. Biting her lip, she gave him a small nod.

Robert placed his hands on Heather’s thighs and plunged inside Heather. She shrieked in pleasure and arched up, as Robert began brutally fucking his daughter.

He’d been waiting long enough for this that taking it slow never crossed his mind. Heather’s shrieks and shouts of pleasure only served to affirm his plan. She was clearly loving it, he knew it from the way she was moaning, from the way she wrapped her legs tightly around Robert’s waist, unwilling to let him go.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little princess!” Heather mewled.

So Robert did.

He pistoned in and out of his daughter’s hot, tight, wet pussy, all the while watching her fondle her own heaving boobs, which bounced with every thrust.

Heather’s loud, lusty moans filled the room, drowning out Robert’s quieter but no less satisfied grunts. His hands slid up and down her legs as he fucked her, reveling in the unmarried smooth skin of her youthful body, so unlike the older women Robert had been fucking of late.

“D-Daddy! You’re so big!” Heather shrieked, and Robert couldn’t mask the proud grin that spread across his face.

“Do you like it, baby? Do you like your daddy fucking your naughty little pussy?” Robert growled.

“Yes! Yes! I love you! I love your cock, and your hard, manly body! Ohhhhh!” Heather moaned.

Robert kept fucking her, reveling in her moans, before Heather spoke again.

“Daddy, I’m close.” she whispered. Robert couldn’t have held out for much longer anyway, the taboo of fucking his daughter too much to withstand.

“Me too, princess. Me, too.” Robert groaned. She nodded, dark locks shaking.

“Together?” she whispered. Robert grinned.

“Together.” he affirmed and pulled all the way out of his daughter just to slam inside to the hilt for the first time. Heather spasmed as her father bottomed out inside her.

She was orgasming. And she was a squirter. Heather’s juices rocketed up to paint her father’s chest, and he felt his cock begin to quiver as his own explosion arrived.

With a roar, Robert plunged deep inside her, all the way, and exploded. Buried to the hilt inside his daughter, he let his seed erupt, and seeded his daughter’s teen pussy.