NOT Like a Parent

It started out with a kiss.

How did it end up like this?

Stella’s taken her dress off to reveal her topless body, and her black lace panties barely covering her pussy. In the back of your mind, the father of this woman is screaming for you not to touch his daughter. It’s a weird out of body experience in a way, where your parental instincts are locked away in the same cage you hid this side of you. Unable to do anything, as the primal side of you is the one calling the shots now. This side that can’t help but find the woman in front of you as the sexual being that she is.

Stella kisses you again, inhaling deeply each time your lips meet and break apart. Her hands constantly move between your cheeks, the back of your head, and your hair. You allow all of this to happen with no sign of resistance, even returning her kisses, but not introducing your tongue yet. Your hands are placed at her hips, not brave enough to explore her half-naked body yet.

“Daddy” Stella moans, breaking your trance a little. You’re not sure if she’s calling you that because you’re her actual Dad or if she’s trying to say it as a kink thing. A very specific kink you’ve grown to enjoy a lot too. “My whole body gets tingly with just your lips. It’s insane.” Stella whispers into your ear.

It was a kink thing.

You break away from her, to look at her in all her beauty once more. Her nipples are erect now, while her black lace panties have bunched up and formed an appetizing looking camel toe. There’s no going back from this way of thinking now. You can’t unsee her as anything else when you look at her body.

Then you look back at her face, and it’s still your daughter. Gorgeous as she is, it’s a face you’ve seen grow up into the beautiful woman before you. The parent inside the cage is fighting to get out, but Stella won’t let him.

She takes your right hand that’s placed at her hips and lowers them to her pussy. You palm her pussy over her panties, and you can feel how wet the fabric has become in your fingers. Her own fingers **** yours to poke the entrance of her wet slit, pushing her panties inside. She moans as the tip of your finger and her lace panties penetrate her slightly.

Stella takes your left hand and places it over her right breast, her erect nipple making contact with your palm. Her hand over yours, she pushes your hand into her breast, making you knead her breast. It produces another moan out of her.

She removes her hands from guiding yours, and places them back on your cheeks. Your hands are still in the same spots her hands guided them to be in, but your eyes are locked on to hers. Her eyes, very much clear now and no longer glassy, are looking deeply into you; and they have a slight concern in them.

“I see it in your eyes, Daddy. Something’s stopping you. I’m not going to **** you. All I can do is encourage you further. You freed me from what you’re feeling now, and I know how difficult it is to free yourself without ‘magic’. But remember what you feel for Aunt Celeste. Remember what made you consider that in the first place.”

Once again, all the arguments you had with yourself when you were thinking with your dick come rushing back. Hell, just the clarity of mind you had when you said ‘fuck it’ and decided you’ll face the consequences of making your cousin attracted to you when you get there is an argument in and of itself. You just don’t want to keep doubting and struggling anymore.

“Remember Cassie, and how much you’ve taken care of her side by side with me over the years. She’s a sister to me too. A few years apart didn’t change that for me. I know a part of you thinks of Cassie as a daughter too. So, doing this with me shouldn’t be any different.” she further entices you.

“Most of all, remember me. Remember that I love you. Remember that I want you to be happy. If your fear is that you’ll lose me as a daughter, you won’t. I’ll always be your daughter. I’ll always love you, and I’ll always want you to be happy. Doing this with me isn’t going to change that for the worse. I know it will only make it better.”

She is your daughter. That’s the problem! And yet, she’s saying it like it should make this easier. Shouldn’t it? She will always be your daughter. Whether you do this with her or not. Would you rather hurt her and deny her happiness by not doing this with her, or make her happy and give in? Either way she’ll still be your daughter. You’ll just be the asshole who will keep her hurting, reminding her of what she can’t have.

‘That’s your dick thinking’ you tell yourself.

So what? So what if you are thinking with your dick? If your dick is going to make your daughter happy, who cares!?

Before this, you would’ve mentally slapped yourself already; but not this time, because that’s the thing too, no one is going to care. You’ve made sure of that. No one other than you. So why are you torturing yourself?

“Cassie and I have only ever wanted you to find happiness; and not to limit where you find it. You’ve only ever been the only one preventing yourself from doing it. It’s time to free yourself too, Daddy.”

Deep down inside, you already know what you want to do. If Stella being your daughter was really such a big deal to you, you wouldn’t have one of your hands still kneading her breast, while the other is still rubbing the entrance of her pussy through her panties.

Free yourself.

You slide her panties to the side and finally feel her raw pussy with your fingers, while your other hand pinches her nipples in between the space of your fingers as it continues to knead it. Stella moans in response to your initiative. Stella’s hand explores the crotch area of your pants, rubbing over it, wanting to make it hard.

The hand that was on her breast holds the back of her head and pulls it closer to yours. Your lips and hers centimeters away from each other, as you both stare hungrily into each other's eyes. She won’t initiate this time. She knows you’ve gone far enough, as your hand continues to finger her pussy from below. She’s waiting for you. She wants you to do it. To finally free yourself from the self-imposed limitations that you’ve put on yourself. All you have to do is kiss her.

Why 'you initiating a kiss' is going to symbolize you crossing the line while one of your hands is fingering her is beyond you. You just know it will, or maybe it’s just you giving it more meaning than it should.

It’s only a kiss, right?

No. It’s not only a kiss.

You finally press your lips into hers. Inhaling her scent as your lips meets hers. She opens her mouth a bit and you introduce your tongue. She moans as you finally show her your willingness to do this. She wraps her arms around the back of your neck and jumps on you, wrapping her legs on your hips, before going back to passionately making out with you.

“Take me to bed, Daddy.” she whispers in between wrestling your tongue with hers. You do as she says, moving blindly across your living room, hitting walls with the side of your body to guide you as you do not separate your mouth and tongue from your daughter’s. You open the door to your bedroom and walk across towards the bed. You fall onto the bed on top of her, continuing your tongue wrestling while you’re on top. Her arms hugging the back of your neck, while her legs still wrapped around your hips, become tighter as she moans in pleasure from the endless barrage of pleasure your kissing is sending throughout her body.

As the shaking of her body dies down, her first orgasm having subsided, you break away from her and stand up from the bed. You see her half naked visage on your bed, and you know it’s your daughter; but the erection in your pants doesn’t care… and if you’re being honest with yourself, neither do you.

“Come to bed, Daddy.”