Make his move

John stood up on his knees again, and put down the bottle, then he did something behind her, a shuffling sound of his trunks. Then he leaned forward, resting his weight on his knuckles either side of her shoulders, like a push up he lowered over her, his bare cock coming down to press vertically against her ass, the glans pressing the small of her back. He nuzzled at her ear as she lay facing sideways. "Daddy knows another way to relax, a special gift for a special lady...." the last part was a quote from one of her fantasy he had read.

Noriko wasn't sure what her father was doing when he didn't answer her, her eyes were closed and she wasn't paying the greatest of attention but when he lowered himself above her, pressing what she quickly realized was his bare cock into the small of her back, Noriko froze. Was he naked, actually naked and wanting to have sex with her? Men didn't whip out their cocks around girls unless they wanted something, usually a blow job or to dip their wick, and her dad was acting exactly like that. It was his answer though that confirmed his intent, stopped her cold and told her exactly what he intended to do. "A special gift for a special lady...." were his words, words lifted right from her journal, the one she'd accidentally left out last week and found lying open on the table. Had he read it? He had to have.

Noriko began to blush. It was her dirty little secret, one she never could let anyone know, a desire that sometimes welled up, to have her father make love to her. But she also knew it was wrong, that they could both wind up in jail, charged with incestuous congress. It didn't matter he wasn't her biological father, they were father & daughter by marriage so the state didn't care. But here he was, expressing his desire for her, the same desires she admitted to in her journal. She knew she should say no, try and put a stop to it, but part of her wanted it. She also knew her father was stronger, could overpower her in this position, could take her anyways if he wanted, violate and **** his own daughter, but she prayed he wouldn't, even as the thought scared her.

She finally croaked out, her voice soft but hoarse. "Dad. This isn't right, we shouldn't. It was a fantasy, we could get in trouble." Even as Noriko said that, a part of her wanted to, told her they were in a secluded neighborhood, the pool wasn't visible from anywhere (intentional because of the cockroaches called paparazzi) and only they were home. Nobody would know if they gave in, did this dirty little act together. And she could feel that same warmth in her belly she knew, the heat of arousal and desire, a feeling she'd felt with boys before, even if she'd never let them get past a blow job. Her body wanted this, wanted to go down that road of sexual congress, wanted it badly even as her mind screamed no, it was wrong.