Fruit of the Poisoned Tree

Father and daughter swayed on the dance floor, surrounded by other couples, all moving to the beat of the smooth jazz being played by the band that had taken up the stage. He held his daughter close, closer than he had any sane right to in a public place, but no one seemed to mind, not even suspecting because to their minds it was impossible. They were father and daughter. Even if his hand was on the small of her back, holding her tight to him, her other hand in his, in a sort of close-quarters waltz, no one imagined that there could possibly be anything sexual about it.

“If you wanted to slide your hand down and grab my ass, I wouldn’t mind.” Heather leaned up to whisper in her father’s ear, pressing herself even closer to his warm, muscular body.

“Slide my hand down further? It’s risky enough where it is,” Robert chided his daughter, terse because it was tempting to actually take her up on that offer. “We shouldn’t even be talking about this in public.”

“No one can hear us over the music, and no one’s watching.” Her lips were almost touching his ear, her breath making the wisps of hair on his neck tingle. She rolled her body gently, as if trying to push her ass up into his hand. “Just for a second…almost like it was an accident…”

“How did I raise such a little tease,” Robert groaned as he asked himself the question, then turning his eyes down to his daughter again, a wildfire in those sparkling blue eyes looking back at him. “You know your mother is watching us, right? Everyone else might pass it off as an accident, but do you really want her asking questions?”

“Well, she’s not watching us now,” Heather noted, looking over her father’s shoulder. “She’s dancing with Zack.”

“Zack?” Robert turned, twirling Heather around, so to catch sight of his ex-wife in the arms of his son. He couldn’t imagine Brooke asking Zack, so that meant he had asked her. Of course, if he truly was his son, it wouldn’t be surprising if he had a similar taste in women. Though that statement was truer than even Robert knew. He looked back to Heather. “Is he…running interference for us?”

“Yep, and completely without prompting,” Heather looked again at her mother and her friend. At least, she hoped that was the reason, but, reconsidering, Heather mused that Zack was into his own mother, so maybe he did have a think for MILFs. But the thought of him being her half-brother and step-father, well that was too weird even for her.

“About Zack…” Robert began, bringing his daughter’s attention back to him. “What was going on in that room, before the gala started?”

“I told you, Zack was helping me with my dress. It felt tight and made me feel ill, but I think I was just nervous,” Heather lied, averting her gaze. She didn’t like lying to her father, and if she’d just been messing around with him, then she wouldn’t have. But she wasn’t sure how her dad might react to the idea of her using Zack as a sperm donor. Would her dad take it as a compliment, or would it be a taboo step too far?

“You think I don’t know the sound of a woman having something shoved down her throat? Who do you think you’re talking to?” Robert reminded his daughter of his reputation with women and sex parties. “What’s really going on between you too?”

“Aw, are you jealous, daddy?” Heather deflected, biting her lip as she rolled her body into his again.

“I’m not jealous. You’re free to be with whoever you want. My primary concern is, and always has been, your happiness. I understood you had developed feelings for me, and I admit, seeing the woman you’ve grown up into, I’ve come to realise how much I want you too, even if I also know I shouldn’t,” Robert explained, raising his hand with her fingers still entwined in his and caressing her cheek. “But I had thought those feelings was because of who I was, not what I was. If you’re being with Zack…then I’m inclined to question whether this is because of me, or because I just so happen to fit your fetish.”

“Oh, daddy, you have nothing to worry about. I can assure you that what’s going on between me and Zack has everything to do with you,” Heather nuzzled against his hand as she pressed her lower body against his, feeling the lump that had formed in his trousers because of their closeness. “And I intend to fully show you how much I love you because you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever known tonight. So, do you have to stay until the end of this thing, or…”

Robert looked to the exit as his cock lurched in his pants, eager to finish the job it had started the other day when his tip had managed to slip inside his daughter’s hot, wet hole while she was grinding her ass against him while bent over his desk. Though had only been his cockhead, he couldn’t get the feeling out of his head since, wondering how it would feel to have that velvety snugness wrapped around his entire length. Much to his disappointment though, he wanted to talk to a few of the board members first, starting with his ex-wife.

“Soon,” Robert told her, parting from her, letting his hand drop from her lower back and gliding over her ass, giving it was slight squeeze as he passed. “I’ll come find you when I’m ready.”

Heather nodded, understanding, though with a gleeful smirk upon her face at finally having her father give in and ‘accidentally’ grab her ass as they separated. As she slinked off back to the table, Robert approached Zack and Brooke, the two suspiciously jumping apart as he neared. He looked back and forth between them, but while Brooke seemed flustered, Zack simply seemed pensive.

“Mind if I cut in?” he asked, but young man only responded with a shake of his head and walked away. As Robert took up Brooke’s hand, his other on her back, nestled above her ass just as it had on their daughter's body, feeling his ex-wife just as tight and fit as he remembered. “He looks like a zombie. What did you say to the poor kid?”

“What? Oh,” Brooke awoke from a daze. “I was just warning him about getting involved with Heather. There’s enough nepotism in this business without literal ****.”

Robert coughed, and averted his eyes as he asked, “Oh, uh, you caught that too.”

“Caught it? It was obvious. It’s a little sad to say that I’ve caught her trying to sneak a boy out of her room at night one too many times with that same expression on her face,” Brooke noted with a sigh. “I had hoped she wouldn’t have inherited your sex drive.”

“So, had I,” Robert confessed, as he smiled wistfully at his ex-wife. He had loved her, as much as he possibly could. With all his strength, he had wanted to be the devoted father and faithful husband but in the end his sex drive won out. His appetite could never be satisfied, and the same waited in store for Heather. “But she is who she is, just as I am…and you don’t completely hate me, right?”

“Not completely,” Brooke joked, their playfulness reminding her of the early days of their marriage. “But the least we can do is try to steer her away from making bad choices.”

“Right…” Robert agreed, acutely aware that he was actually doing the opposite; guiding her towards the worst choice of all: fucking her own father.

Before his contemplation could go much further, Brooke said, “Isn’t that one of Heather’s friends over there? Whatshername…Alexis? Alisha?”

“Ashley,” Robert corrected as he parted from his dance partner, half turning to look towards the entrance at the petite blonde stepping inside the ballroom. The immediate sight of her had Robert nervous that something had went wrong, a feeling that only deepened when he saw the Park Ranger by her side. “And Jennifer White?!”