Event Horizon

Heather bounded up the steps to the large, wooden front door of Ravers Manor. Even that simple act, taking the steps two at a time as she always had, made her feel happy and playful and young. Here, she was truly home. She waited by the door for her father, who smiled to see his daughter so exuberant. He unlocked the door, allowing her to slip inside to the wide open foyer, open arched doorways on either side leading to a parlour and a dining room, and in the middle a large, wide staircase to the first floor.

She turned from the grandeur and splendour of the room, her home never failing to impress her anew every time she entered, and faced her father. As nice and comforting as it was to be home again after being away for over a week, it was not the house that she wanted to appreciate. She threw her arms around her father’s neck as she stretched upwards and pressed her lips against his. There was no resistance. Robert hungrily accepted her kiss and reciprocated in kind, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his daughter’s back, embracing her.

Their tongues swirled together, licking and tasting each other, discovering how sweet his daughter’s mouth was, how her father’s chin, shaven as it was, still rubbed roughly against her cheek. Kissing was nothing new to either of them but kissing each other was. The kiss in the car had been quick and passionate, the car long teasing of Robert bubbling over as he focused on making his daughter orgasm. But this kiss was slow, meticulous, savouring in every lick and bite, every taste and feeling, long and drawn out, neither wanting to be the one to break it.

Here they were alone. No one would bother them. There was no outside world looking in to make them cautious or careful. They could make out in front of the door to the manor, in full view of the room and be sure that nothing and no one would judge them. They were free to explore and indulge in this new found desire, their love having crystallised into something more potent and undeniable. It was no longer simply love, they were in love and about to become lovers. As that thought crossed her mind, Heather moaned into her father’s mouth.

Despite cumming moments ago, Heather was still running red-hot, her pussy seemingly humming like an engine between her legs. And the deep, long kiss was only making her hotter and wetter. So it was no small feat when she placed her hands on her father’s broad, strong chest and gently pushed him away. Their mouths separated, both panting slightly, their lips wet and sticky from the other’s saliva. The kiss was nice, but she needed more, as she looked up into her father’s face, her eyes sizzling with pure lust.

“I think we should move this upstairs,” Robert said, clearly indicating the he too was ready for more and no amount of getting inside his own head was going to change his mind this time.

Heather smirked in reply and ran away. Her father stood, bewildered for a moment, as she took off at full speed, rushing up the stairs just as she had done to the steps in front of the manor, shedding his jacket about half way up. She paused at the first landing, where the stairs split off into smaller sets of stairs at each side, and looked down at her father, who had only just moved to the first step, preparing to chase after her. Eyes locked on her, she made a purposeful display of reaching down and gripping the hem of her dress.

Robert swallowed and exhaled as he watched his only daughter, at least that he knew of, pull her blue chiffon dress up. It was like watching a dial-up picture load on an old computer, as piece by piece she was revealed to him. Her silky, smooth legs being shown first, right up to her thigh. Then her hips, and waist, and mound were laid bare, Heather once again displaying her complete lack of panties. She turned slightly, partially hiding her pussy, though her father had seen and felt it before by this point, and showed off a side view of her tight, round ass.

The dress inched higher as she continued to show herself off, being deliberately slow to giver her father all the time he needed to truly take in the gorgeous figure of his own daughter. Her taut, flat stomach came into view, her ribcage spreading as strong chest muscles held up an impressive pair of large breasts, sitting pert and high and looking mouth-wateringly delicious. The final act was lifting the dress up, over her head and dropping it upon the landing at arm’s length, her shoulder and neck naked along with the rest of her. All that was left of her attire were a pair of heels as she stood utterly naked in her childhood home before her father’s eyes.

He blinked, speechless. He’d always known his daughter was beautiful. The past few days had taught him that she was hot. But seeing here, in their home, completely nude for his eyes only, he was stuck by how absolutely sexy she was. Every inch of her body was tempting. There wasn’t a part of her he wouldn’t want to kiss and make love to. But, as he moved to climb the stairs, she took off again. He growled beneath his breath, though the sight of her tits freely bouncing as she ran was a nice compensation for having to hunt to feed his sexual appetite.

It wasn’t that Robert was unfit. He kept himself in great shape in truth. But he was still no match for the energetic youth of his daughter, finally reaching the first floor, only to find that she had now disappeared completely. He only knew which way to go because he had seen her dash off to the right at the top of the stairs. But, as he looked down the hallway, his daughter was nowhere to be seen. He had a good idea where she might be though, as this hallway led to his bedroom. Smiling as he allowed himself to picture Heather stretched out on his bed like a model, he moved quickly to the door, eager to finally, once and for all, fuck his daughter.

It was something of a surprise then, when he opened the door to his bedroom, a grand room with a grander bed and found it completely empty. He stepped inside and looked around, thrice, before accepting the reality that she wasn’t there. He checked behind the door and under the bed and in the ensuite, convinced that she must be hiding. His cock throbbed in his trousers, too hard to play these games. He left the room, lips pursed and rubbing his jaw, trying to think where else she would be. Where else would she want him to find her for their first time?

It was as he was pondering this, and looking down while he walked, that he noticed a pair of heels, discarded outside a door. Looking up, he noted that the door had been left slightly ajar. As he gazed inside, he reached out his hand and pushed the gap open wider, only then realising what room this was. It was her room, his daughter’s bedroom, and there upon the bed, without a shred of clothing to her person, Heather Ravers lay on her side, her body on display, smirking and waiting for him.

“Silly daddy, running around the house,” she teased him, her fingers trailing her thigh. “Don’t you want to take me for the very first time in your daughter’s own bed?”

This was it, he realised. Robert Ravers stood upon the precipice of a new life, of a new relationship with his daughter. After today, nothing would be the same, the family dynamic forever altered. There was still time to back out, a part of him was aware of that, but even if it was technically true, he knew he was long since beyond the point where he would be able to turn back. This might be the point of no return, but Robert’s foot was already on the gas. Even if he took his foot off, the momentum would propel him over. There was no way he was stopping now.