A confused father

You follow them, contemplating what just happened. Karina seems not mad now, but her words linger in your mind. Does you being with Nadia truly bother her that much? And why is she so incessant about having sex with you? Considering her scores in the app, you can only think that it is due to the mysterious forces that are driving everything else in your life right now. And, like a surfer on a storm-riddled ocean, you can only try to ride it out.

The girls lead you to a large, multi-story building that takes up two or three blocks. It is covered in advertisement banners, kiosks, and other gaudy structures that all point to one immutable fact: you have arrived. Automatic doors part to grant you and your companions entrance, and you sigh at the rampant consumerism you find within. Polished granite floors, designer stories with armed guards out front, Teslas lining the walkway with stickers plastered across their windows. A large fountain in the middle of the floor, with people sitting around it on granite benches.

Karina turns back to you, while Mia looks around. "Ready, dad?" she smiles, your earlier spat seemingly forgotten.

"Where are we going first?"

"I want to go to Ascendance," Mia says.

"And that is?..."

"A clothing store," Karina interjects.

You shrug and point towards the lines of stores further in the multi-story building.

"Lead the way, then."

The girls take off, and before you realize it they are a dozen feet away and distancing. You manage to catch up just as they veer into a boho store, decorated with faded fabrics and creme knit sweaters. Definitely the type of clothes you have seen the girls wear recently.

"Want me to wait out here?"

"Of course not!" Karina scowls, dragging you by the hand and pulling you inside. You follow the girls around as they look at racks of clothes, trying on jackets and holding shirts to their chests.

"How do you think this will look?"

"I'm not sure, looks kind of sheer."

"You're right - not for me."

Before long, each girl has a pile of clothes in their arms: shirts, pants, and other things that you are unable to label. They drag you towards the back of the store, between stained wooden tables and clay pottery, until you see a sign labeled: "Fitting Rooms."

A young woman greets them, bright-eyed and smiling. "How many?" she asks each girl.

"Three," Mia says.

"Four," Karina answers.

The girl nods, giving them a card with their number on it.

"What's happening?" you whisper to Mia, while Karina talks to the worker.

"She's taking a count of the clothes we're trying on to make sure we don't steal anything."

"Oh."

The worker leads Mia away into a dressing room, leaving you and Karina alone. As the girl walks back, Karina turns to you and loudly says: "Of course, you'll come with me to try them on, baby! Let's go."

Before you know it, she is dragging you behind her and the worker, who deposits you both into a spacious dressing room with a small bench against the wall, next to a mirror. Karina turns you in front of the bench and pushes you down, while she hangs her to-be-tried clothes on a peg set into the wall and closes the dressing room door. It affords you both a lot of privacy, and you realize you can barely hear the noise from outside.

"Karina, what are you doing?" you murmur, but you already know the answer.

Without answering, she grabs the bottom of her sweater and pulls it overhead, revealing her beautiful chest to you, barely constrained by a matte white bra. A grin grows on her face as she catches you drinking in the sight of her body. She kicks her shoes off, the white converses coming to rest against the wall, and then unbuttons her blue jeans. With some effort, they hit the floor, leaving your daughter in only her white bra and matching panties: high-rising cheeksters, not her normal thong.

She mocks removing the store clothes from their hangers, rustling them against the wall, as she moves closer to you with a predatory grin. One leg slides across your waist, and she lowers herself onto your lap in a single movement. Your eyes widen as she draws closer - her beauty is enough to arrest you, and you can only stare.

"What, forget how gorgeous your own daughter is?" she whispers into your ear, as she leans into you. She plants a kiss there, dragging her lips across your cheek until they meet your own. The touch sends a tremor through your body, and you feel your cock surge within your sweatpants. She giggles as it presses into her panty-clad pussy.

She kisses you, and you kiss her back. Your hands instinctively wrap around her, finding her ass and pulling her closer and caressing her, enjoying the cloud-like feeling within your palms. She whimpers, leaning back into your ear. Heaven, if there is such a thing.

"Close your eyes, daddy, and surrender to your dreams. I'm here for you, for whatever you need. Live with me, like you've never lived before. Surrender - you know you can't fight it. It's only a matter of time."

She kisses you, sliding her tongue against your lips as she grabs one of your wrists, forcing it lower and lower, brushing it down the edge of her panties until it comes to rest against her heated pussy. You feel the warmth radiating away from it through the cotton cloth, and you feel your mind drifting. The taboo is too powerful - your heart seems to stall, and then your fingers drift a little closer. You can't breathe. Your skin tingles, some form of paralysis that doesn't seem to stop you from moving. The cloth falls aside, and you are touching her. Her lips are soaked. She wants you. _She wants you. _The scent of lavender, in the air. Her breath is heavy in your ear - a bitten moan, her tongue sliding against your ear lobe, as your finger dips into her warm oasis, enveloping you in a forbidden desire that rages beyond any inferno, greater than the fires of hell, where this touch will surely send you. And then she is gone.

Moments later, she is buttoning her pants, pulling on her sweater, and dragging you back out of the dressing room without a word.

"No, none of these," she calmly tells the worker, handing her the clothes she brought in.

Mia is standing outside already, waiting. Karina says nothing, her face still flushed, and you follow the girls to the next destination.