Getting some fresh air

"Ohh... f-fu-fuck me..." The short haired teen bounced in her fathers lap.

The pair had gone to the apartments tiny balcony to enjoy the early morning and wait for a phone call from a long lost daughter. Heather was excited to be topless in the open air; thrilled by the idea she might be seen. Balcony flashing led to erections, the grinding of a firm teenage ass in a middle aged lap and the slow insertion of a fat cock into a back door.

What started slow quickly picked up.

"D- D- Dad..." The attempts at speaking came with each hard thrust into her rear. "...fuck, daddy, yes..."

Dean wasn't much of a talker during sex, he didn't need to be. He grabbed the eighteen year old by the hips and slammed her down into his lap. His meat, thick and stiff, buried itself as deep into her as it could go.

"Fuck, daddy are you going to cum? Please, please give me your hot load. Bust your nuts in my guts. Give your little girl a present. I want it. I want to be your butt slut. Make me your anal whore."

The dirty talk was a fetish he didn't know he had. Dean stood, forcing his daughter forward and toward the balcony edge. She planted her hands on the rail as he repositioned himself behind her.

"You want the whole town to see me take it up the ass?"

He answered by drawing back and slamming forward again. Heather yelped and rocked toward the rail, bracing herself against the anal **** her father had unleashed. With each thrust, each powerful impalement of her ass, her modest breasts bounced in clear view of the parking lot below. The sounds of their incestuous sodomy barely reached the quiet lot below.

Again, her father growled.

Dean took Heather by the throat and pulled her up. Her back pressed against his chest, her head turned, her big hazel eyes looking up into his. They showed no duress, no surprise, only passion and want. The man locked lips with his daughter.

The wrongness of the act was just what they each needed to finish. With one last thrust Dean lifted his daughter up and onto her toes. Her body shuddered and clamped down on his shaft as he filled her with his seed. They then stood there, blissful and content, naked and in full view of the just waking city beyond the patio.

"Dad..."

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

Heather smiled. It had been over a decade since he had called her that.

"I love you."

He kissed the top of her head.

"I love you too."

Later

"Ok, what the hell? How has she not called yet? You can change our bodies and grant us knowledge, there shouldn't be any reason for her to take this long."

After their display on the patio the pair had cleaned and dressed themselves for the day ahead. All the while Deans phone sat idle.

"Maybe she's not close to a phone? The middle of nowhere?"

"Dad, she- what if something happened, if something's wrong..." The teen began to panic. Her breathing came faster, a redness crept into her eyes.

"Heather, we can fix this." Dean held her close and tapped into the divine. "Can I give you some more knowledge?"

His daughter nodded her head.

Heather knows her sisters general well being

She calmed down in his arms and sank into his chest. The panic attack had ended.

"Well?"

Hazel eyes gazed up at the godling they would one day come to worship.

"She's ok. A bit stressed, a bit sore, but ok. I don't know why she hasn't called. You're supposed to have power over your blood, she should know your number and want to call it. Why isn't she doing it?"

Dean remained quiet while an uncomfortable idea formed in his head.

"Heather, yesterday I wanted you to know the truth about the divorce and you learned it all, more then myself or Amber combined. Can I give you some more?"

"Dad, any time you want to give me something you go right ahead and do it. Worst case; you just take it away again, right?"

He smiled. After having been alone for so long it was refreshing to not just have someone to talk to and trust, but work with towards solving a problem.

Heather knows the truth about my marriage

Hazel eyes went wide in one moment, then narrowed the next.

"That bitch. That fucking whore!" Heather pushed away from her father and swung at the air. "I thought the divorce was bullshit, but- fuck I mean- fuck! No shit you can't control Stacy, she's..."

Heather could see her fathers struggle to remain stoic in the face of uncomfortable truths. She wanted to keep silent, she fought hard to bite her tongue, but their covenant bound her to speak.

"...she's not yours."