As far as Remy was concerned her stepmother was truly the bitch goddess from hell. All blonde hair and big tits, Remy could see why her grief-stricken father was taken in by Karen's physical beauty. True, Karen was there for him as Kenneth went through the horrible ordeal of watching his wife, and Remy's mother, waste away from the cancer ravaging her body.
But, after all, Karen was a nurse in the terminal cancer ward, so Remy figured it was part of her job to be nice to the family members of cancer patients. Sadly, in her opinion, her father took it to be much more than that and two years later they were married.
Now four years had passed and with her father's marriage tittering on the brink of collapse, him and Karen separated some four months ago, Remy was determined to make it do just that: collapse.
Remy, after turning eighteen just weeks ago, now considered herself a much worthier opponent than before. Back when Karen had roped her daddy into marrying her, she was a naïve fourteen year girl, but now she was not so young and possessed, or thought she possessed anyways, a few tricks up her sleeve that just might help facilitate the collapse of her father's marriage.
Remy's dad was desperately trying to hold onto the tatters of his second marriage which pained Remy to the point where she was absolutely determined to do whatever it might take to make sure her father did not reconcile things with her stepmom.
After they got married, Remy and Karen, despite Kenneth's best efforts to turn them into a nice little family of three, never got along. Things finally digressed to the point where shortly after her fifteenth birthday, Remy moved to the Philippines to stay with her grandparents. Her dad, much to her dismay, said little in the way of trying to stop her from moving, taking this as a sure sign he was siding with Karen over her.
Three long years later, she was now returning home to America for the first time since leaving. Remy strongly suspected her father was still carrying a torch for Karen and was doing everything in his power to try and win her back.
Well, Remy thought smugly to herself as approached her house, I will show him he has other options.
Remy plan at this point was twofold: first, assess the situation and if she thought it looked likely that Karen was attempting to weasel her way back into his life then the second part of her plan would be put into place with this being nothing short of seducing him.
She had everything planned in how the evening might go with the only question being in the end-- would she be brave enough to try and seduce her daddy--if it came to that.
Remy arrived at her dad's large house just outside of Boston at around four in the afternoon. She was on break from her college in Manila and was more than a little eager to put her plan into action.
After hauling her luggage into the house for her planned two week vacation they settled down in the kitchen, chatting idly about her schooling. Finally, after a few minutes Remy excused herself to take a hot shower.
"When I get back downstairs I am going to cook you dinner."
"What do you want me to do? Can I help maybe?"
"Sure go to the store and get some champagne."
"Champagne. So what are we celebrating little girl?"
Remy's heart skipped a beat as him calling her "little girl" brought back so many wonderful memories.
"My graciously choosing to spend my entire spring break with you, I mean, I thought that would be obvious. Just pick out something nice huh."
"Sure why not. I could use a drink I suppose... help me forget about my problems."
After getting out of the shower, Remy wandered into her old bedroom, her mind preoccupied with what she might wear for this evening's fun and games. It had to be something sweet and innocent, yet seductive, all at the same time.
She went through her suitcases looking at several different outfits, before rejecting each one for one reason or the other. Moving over to her old dresser, she yanked open the drawer, hoping the majority of the clothes she left behind would still be there.
Thankfully, they were still there and as she went through her clothes something finally caught her eye.
It used to be one of her favorite tops when she was about fourteen or fifteen years old. The top had the green face and body of Kermit the frog on it. Kermit was framed by a bright yellow background, and in big red letters, the words Kermit Rules was written. The top was both cute and innocent, in other words, the perfect look she was striving to achieve.
Holding the top up, hoping it would still fit she suddenly remember how this had been a birthday present from her father when she was still in junior high.
She quickly tried it on; liking how it still fitted her--just barely. She, of course, had filled out a bit in the past five years, which the cute little top aptly showed off. She especially liked how the top was a bit snug in the chest department, showing off her perky little 32 B boobs rather nicely.
Tight enough where he just might notice, she mused to herself as she admired how the top looked on her in the mirror on the back of her closet door. "Yeah, especially if I wear my new padded purple bra that makes my boobies look bigger," she whispered with growing enthusiasm.
Now she would just have to pick out something to go with it. She dug through her dresser drawer some more before finally stumbling across something that just might work in the form of one of her old skirts. It was a shiny black pleated PVC skirt and was the first real sexy thing she had ever bought a couple years back. Sexy enough where she dared not take it to the Philippines.
Thinking the sexy skirt would be a perfect "mismatch" for the innocent top, Remy hurriedly tried it on, finding, much as she suspected it would be, the skirt was both tight and short on her.
"This could be perfect," she whispered to herself before turning around to check herself out from behind in the mirror, only to find how the skirt was delightfully just barely long enough to cover her best feature: her adorable young ass.
As a final touch, Remy arranged her pretty, dark hair in the twin ponytails that added a cute, girlish, and sweet look to her already adorable appearance. The twin ponytails was a look never failing to elicit kind words from her father back when she was younger. She was just about to leave her old bedroom when she was hit with a perfectly devilishly idea.
Stepping back into the bedroom, she shut the door before retreating to her closet and before she could lose her nerve she reached up and under her skirt, removing her panties.
About an hour later, they were sitting in the dining room, enjoying a quiet dinner as they engaged in idle chit chat while sipping on some champagne. Remy had known her outfit hit a homerun when her daddy took a good long look at her as she came floating back downstairs.
Although he actually said nothing about how she was dressed, she sensed he was not at all disappointed.
Remy was waiting until the champagne buzz started to kick in for the both of them before she steering the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go.
After dinner, as she was working on her second glass of champagne and him on his third, Remy finally decided the time was right to have their quiet conversation take a serious turn.
"Daddy, do you miss Mom?"
"Of course sweetie. I miss her terribly."
He paused, looking at Remy seriously, before adding, "You know maybe I never noticed until right now how much you are beginning to look just like her."
"As I recall you always thought Mom was so very beautiful."
"I did."
She got up before gliding around to his side of the dining room table, "So that must mean you think I look beautiful too, huh?"
"I do honey. You know when you left those four long years ago you were just a pretty little teenager, but now..." He smiled broadly at her, "My pretty little teenager has turned into a ravishing young lady. You know your mom was your age when we first started dating hon?"
"I didn't know that," Remy quietly replied as her mind whirled with how she might use this information to her benefit later one.
"She was so lucky to find a man as sweet and handsome as you, Daddy."
"Ahh flattery, you must want something young lady."
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do."
She smiled, holding her hand out to him and after he took it, she led him out of the dining room and downstairs to the living room.
"Why don't you sit down while I prepare things," she told him.
After he plopped down on the sofa, she hurried over to the stereo in the corner before bending over to exam his collection of CD's.
Without it being something he deliberately did, Kenneth found his eyes were hopelessly stuck on his pretty young daughter; especially, that is, on her ass.
This was mainly thanks to her tight little skirt riding up some as she leaned down to insert a CD into the corner stereo unit, providing a most compelling view of her mouthwatering young ass.
Kenneth fought in vain to keep his thoughts pure as she seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time bending over the stereo.
Kenneth took the offered bait, staring longingly at his daughter's ass, mesmerized by its beauty. He had just enough time to contemplate how his "little girl" certainly was now a rather fetching young lady before she abruptly turned around.
Her smile, devious and sly, indicated she-- may have --caught him, red-handed, staring at her butt. He blamed it on the champagne, which made it easy for him to ignore what common sense would have dictated doing in such a situation, which was, of course, not staring at his eighteen year old daughter's ass.
"Daddy can come help me with this stupid thing," she asked.
"Sure, honey," he said before standing up and crossing the room to her.
As he approached she purposefully bent over the stereo again, showing once more, this time up close and personal, that sweet little ass of hers.
It took him all of about three seconds to "fix" whatever issues she was having with the CD player before she smiled at him sweetly while whispering, "Daddy to the rescue."
Some soft romantic music filled the dimly lit living room ending the show as she straightened up before saying, "Slow dance with me Daddy."
"That was you what you wanted... for me to share a slow dance with you, hon?"
"Uh-hu," she told him softly.
Of course, he obliged her request as especially tonight, seeing her for the first time in forever, he was disinclined to deny her anything. This feeling to deny his young daughter nothing was made all the more powerful by the store of guilt Kenneth had allowed to build up over the years, thanks to the way he so easily allowed her to walk out of his life.
He fully understood now, much too late, of course, he should have done more to keep her there in Boston, even if it meant damaging his relationship with Karen. Indeed, much too late did Kenneth realize one simple fact in life: a daughter's love for her father was forever while a wife's love may come go as the fickle winds of fate blow to and fro.
Before they began their dance, they decided to share a champagne toast, drinking it down quickly. The champagne was making Remy feel both brave and quite audacious in her willingness to carry out her plans for maybe seducing him.
She finished her full glass of champagne, letting the warm buzz fully envelope her as they slowly came together in the middle of a wide spot on the living room floor.
After they circled around once, Remy looked up at him. Batting her eyes seductively, she whispered, "Daddy do you think I am as pretty as Karen?"
"Of course honey. Prettier even."
"But I have a feeling you are going to get back with her... I guess because you are lonely and miss Mom?"
Remy looked sadly down and away as Kenneth desperately tried to figure out just how he was going to answer his daughter. The sad truth was Remy had been pretty much spot on with her assessment of things.
After a long moment of silence, Kenneth decided to be noncommittal with his answer, "Honey it's really undecided if I will get back with her."
Remy was quiet for a moment before she bowed her head, resting it on his chest softly.
"I don't want you to get back with her," she whispered after a long minute of silence.
Raising her face up, she looked at him directly before saying, almost fiercely, "I know she wants you back and you will probably give in to her. After all, why would you not? I mean she is not stupidly short like me, she doesn't have drab colored dark hair. Instead, she is tall and has that beautiful golden hair that all men love and then they are those God awful huge tits of hers that all men, including you, I'm sure, simply go crazy for. I guess once again I will be left out in the cold like before."
Tears started to well in her eyes. Getting emotional like this was not part of Remy's secret seduction plans, but the whole thing just sort of sneaked up on her. Her plan had been to play it cool and casual in a confident sexy manner, but instead, she began to cry with all the planned cool sexiness she wanted so desperately to display slipping away.
Kenneth pulled his daughter closer to him as he lightly brushed away the tears from her face. They were no longer swaying to the soft music, but instead were just stopped in the middle of the living room, holding one another.
Lowering his voice, he spoke to her quietly, "Listen little girl, honestly, if I was to really compare you to Karen, she would be the one crying."
"And why is that, Daddy?" Remy whispered.
He gave her a tight hug before telling her the unvarnished truth. "Because you are the light of my life, not her, and maybe because are so very beautiful honey that you make the sun blush... and I will take your cute little twin ponytails..."
Reaching down with both hands, he batted them playfully as he whispered, "Over her blonde hair any day. As for her being tall... so what!!! Honestly, I prefer short girls myself. Short and petite... like you cupcake."
"Really why?" Remy said while starting to feel better about things.
"Oh maybe because you can do things like this with petite young ladies like yourself." Feeling frisky from the champagne, he suddenly grabbed her around the waist before lifting her up easily and twirling her around once, twice, and then a third time.
It was an easy thing to do considering Remy was only barely five foot tall and might have weighed all of about hundred and five pounds.
Remy squealed in sheer delight before crying out, "Stop Daddy... I am getting dizzy."
"Just as I am dizzy from your absolute stunning beauty my dearest daughter," he declared before swinging her around one last time, and then deftly setting her down on her feet.
"Great now I am too dizzy to dance anymore Daddy," she pouted. "You will have to take me over to the couch and cuddle me until my dizziness goes away."
"Well, little girl, maybe that was my plan all along you know, to get you onto the couch so we could cuddle some. Yeah, just like old times."
He took her by the hand, leading her over to the couch, but before they sat down Remy grabbed the champagne bottle and poured them both some more champagne. Raising her glass, she stated, "To cuddling with my handsome daddy that I have missed so much over these past several years."
They both drained their toasts before he pointed out her flawed logic.
"So let me get this straight. You needed to sit down because you are dizzy, but yet we just drank some more champagne, after having too much anyways already, which by all accounts should make you dizzier still. Yeah, makes sense to me."
"It only makes sense to you because you are drunk, and trying to get your little girl drunk also." She shot him a sly smile before adding playfully, "What... so you can take advantage of her maybe?"
"As I recall it was your idea to have another toast, Remy so you better rethink your accusation before I change my mind about cuddling with you, lest you think I am trying to 'take advantage' of you."
She plopped down on the couch next to him. Frowning, she told him, "Never happen. You cannot say no to me, especially not tonight of all nights since you are trying so very desperately to get back in my good graces."
"So true," he replied sighing as he settled down on the couch next to her. She quickly wrapped her arms around him as she snuggled up next to him.
"This is nice" Kenneth whispered as they sat there quietly for a few minutes enjoying the silence of the house, disturbed only by the distant rumble of thunder.
The silence between them was finally broken when, without warning, Remy pulled back from him.
"I think it's finally time for your history lesson and for you to beg me for my forgiveness."
"Sure, let's hear your history lesson, Remy," he replied, wondering just what this lesson might entail. As for the begging part, he already resigned himself to the fact he would do anything to try and make up for the way he treated her after he married Karen, and if that included begging... so be it.
"You once asked me why I hated her so much. Remember?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Well, now I am mature enough and confident enough to tell you exactly why."
"Go ahead honey I am listening."
"I was fourteen when you married her and then we stopped having a close relationship. By close, I mean physically, Daddy. No more hugging, holding hands, cuddling like just now, no more sweet words exchanged, no more teasing fun and games." She sighed heavily as she paused letting her words sink in.
"And worst of all, no more good morning, good night, or even goodbye kisses. No more kisses whatsoever... like we once shared. I was both hurt and jealous as I watched all the affectionate I used to get from you go to Karen."
"You are right, Remy. I am guilty as charged, but you must understand I was on the rebound from your mother's death and honestly Karen was just there for me to lean on. And she got upset when I showed you attention so...."
"So you bowed to her desire and cut me off from your love and affection. And then let me run off to the Philippines and stay with Grandma and Grandpa for all them years."
"Sadly yes. Can you ever forgive me, baby?"
"I can try if you are willing to make it up to me. Tonight, starting here and now."
"I will do whatever it takes Remy. Just tell me what you want." He moved closer to her, and in a frantic attempt to convince her his words were true he gave a pair of soft kisses--one on each cheek.
"That is a good start as I do miss your kisses, Daddy."
"I missed giving them to you baby," he whispered into her ear as he drew her into a tight embrace.
Moving his lips over, he planted a tender kiss on her forehead before he started to pull back. He was going to, once again, say he was sorry, and then tell her it was finally time they went to bed for the evening. But as it turned out, he never quite got the chance.
"Daddy can I give you a kiss back," she murmured shyly in a voice dripping with utter sweetness.
"Of course baby."
As she moved her lips closer to his face, he instinctively turned so her kiss would fall on his cheek, but using a deft hand, she turned his face to hers at the very last moment, allowing her kiss to land firmly on his lips.
She gave him one, two, and then a third light kiss sending his poor heart racing as does her whispered words.
"I just love you so much Daddy and want this to be a night for us to remember... forever."
It took a tremendous effort on his part but Kenneth somehow managed to pull back just enough to break from her kisses as alarm bells clanged loudly in his head, warning him what was happening was on the cusp of spinning out of control.
Reacting to the alarm bells, he jumped up from the couch before declaring, "Remy it's time for bed. I am tired, you are a bit drunk, and this is getting out of hand."
Instead of protesting, like he half expected, Remy got quietly up from the couch, floating past him without a word.
His heart sank at this terrible ending to what had been, up to then anyways, a simply wonderful night. When she reached the foot of the stairs she paused, before turning back to stare at him. A dark look crossed over her face before she snapped, "Since you made it abundantly clear my kisses are no longer welcome I won't bother even asking for a goodnight kiss... or nothing every again."
Turning, she started to stomp up the stairs but before she was halfway up fate intervened.
A storm was coming; it had been building all day. The afternoon had been exceedingly hot for October with the weatherman predicting thunderstorms to be hitting the area around ten in the evening. Over the past hour, lightning flashed on and off, like a warning beacon for what was to come. Mixed in with the flashes of intermittent lightning was the occasional low rumble of distant thunder.
As it turned out the predication was not far off as it was then the thunder and fury of the coming storm finally made its presence known.
Remy had just reached the small landing in the middle of the stairs when a brilliant flash of lightning lit up the whole house followed by the booming crash of thunder. The house shook from the booming thunder as first the lights flickered and then went out completely when a gust of powerful wind swung two power lines together causing a short circuit in the system that served their neighborhood.
Remy let out a loud shriek before heading back down the stairs.
Kenneth, after hearing his daughter shriek, dashed towards the stairs and just as he was starting to come up the stairs, and her down, in the dark, they ended up crashing into each other.
Hugging him with a vise-like grip, she whispered, "The storm, I still deathly afraid of them, Daddy... and it's even worse with the lights out."
It came back to him then as he remembered how his daughter had an almost pathologically fear of storms when she was younger. Apparently, considering how she was now shaking in his arms, she hadn't outgrown her fear.
She looked up at him then with a pair of pleading eyes as she whispered, "Please Daddy, you can't leave me tonight... promise me you will stay with me and do anything to make me feel better and feel safe."
He looked at her, as the word 'anything' reverberated around in his mind. While knowing it might be dangerous to agree to such a thing, he also knew it would be nearly suicidal to their relationship to deny her now.
Giving in, he told her, "Of course baby I won't leave you."
"And more importantly promise you will do anything to make me feel better, Daddy?"
"Yes, yes, anything, sweetie... Now let's head over to the kitchen and find some candles huh."
Five minutes later they were back in the candle lit living room. Power outages during bad storms were fairly common in the fall in their neighborhood so Kenneth always kept plenty of candles in stock, but unfortunately his stock was now down to only a measly four taper candles.
Once he got the trio of candles lit and arranged strategically throughout the living room she came up to him holding a freshly poured glass of champagne.
He frowned; God knows he didn't need any more to drink and neither did she.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "You're frowning."
Looking at the glasses of champagne he said, "Neither of us needs more to drink, hon."
She smiled back at him before responding, "You are right... neither of needs more to drink but your scared little girl wants another drink... to help calm her nerves and wants you to share it with her and besides you promised so..."
She extended the glass to him and trapped by his promise he took it. "Half and half, Daddy OK?"
He nodded his head before polishing off a good three quarters of it as he simply did not want her drinking so much.
Taking the glass from him, she eyed it with a frown, "Daddy I said half and half."
"Guess I got carried away," he told her with a shrug of his shoulders.
After she quickly polished off the remaining bit of champagne she turned heading to the bar once more.
"Where are you going?"
"To refill the glass of course as I didn't get my fair share."
He sighed as sometimes he forgot how determined his little girl was to always get her way.
This time she returned with a pair of nearly full glasses of champagne as he wholly realized how his plan to keep her drinking less totally backfired.
She handed him one of the glasses before holding hers up. "I propose a candlelit toast to this stupid storm. Join me, Daddy in toasting the storm."
He held his glass up and as if the storm was actually listening the living room was lit up momentarily by another brilliant flash of lightning, followed by another thunderous boom.
She jumped before giggling as she brought the glass to her mouth.
He watched, with some trepidation, Remy polish off the glass of champagne in one or two long swallows before doing the same to his.
She took his glass from him and after setting them both aside, she slinked up to him.
"Daddy I think it would help further calm my nerves if we shared a nice candlelight slow dance."
Not waiting for his answer, she knew he couldn't say no to her, she fiddled with her phone for a quick second before some soft romantic ballad began to play.
He, of course, had no choice to agree and as they came together he tried to make the dance formal as he took her one hand in his, holding it up in the classic dance pose, while the other slipped around her waist. He was trying, really trying that is, to do his best to keep a safe distance between them, but as the song progressed Remy let her hand slip from his.
As she moved closer to him, he seemed powerless to stop her and soon she was snuggled right up next to him, clinging tight, her arms locked around his back, her head resting easily on his chest.
He responded by moving one of his hands to the back of her head stroking her pretty dark hair while his other hand slipped around to the small of her back.
Then he gave in completely by pulling her even tighter against him as they swayed softly to the gentle strains of the music.
He sighed as his eyes kept flickering down to her chest and that pretty Hello Kitty shirt of hers that very nicely showed off how her daughter was no longer so flat chested.
The facts were basic at this point: between being drunk on the copious amount of champagne he had already polished off and his daughter's enthralling beauty, shown off so alluringly in the soft candle light, Kenneth simply couldn't take his off of hers.
Nor could he stop his champagne addled mind from wondering about what innocent delights might lay beneath his daughter's sweet innocent top and her sexy skirt.
The song ended; not sure if she wanted to dance to another, he stopped swaying to the music even as another soft ballad started up. Remy lifted her head from his chest looking at him with those soft brown eyes of hers.
"Just one more song huh and then I shall release you from your burden."
"You are hardly a burden Remy."
"Karen thought I was and you let her send me away."
Kenneth sighed as, once again, she was using his past against him. Furthermore, he sensed she was maybe about to get all emotional on him so he must tread carefully here. "Honey, I just hated to see you two fight all the time. I did what I thought was best at the time. Now I know I was wrong."
"Did you really love her that much more than me."
"Remy, it's not an easy thing to analyze. I loved you both."
She pulled back before fixing him with an angry glare. "I think you liked her better simply because of all that pretty blond hair of hers and those stupid big tits she loved to show off to you all the time."
"Remy must we talk about this?" Desperate to change the subject he reached out for her. "Here... let's share another dance, baby."
She took a step back as her frown turned into a pout.
"I wanna talk about this so answer the question. Is that why you liked her more? Answer the question please and then maybe we will dance again."
When he stayed silent, desperately searching for the right words to tell her, she doubled down on demanding an answer.
"Answer me Daddy. It was the allure of those big tits and blonde hair that was too much to resist. I mean I know what men like best."
He was, by now, thoroughly exasperated at her stubbornness to concentrate on both Karen's blonde hair and big tits, so knowing he would have to say something super nice to her, he softened his voice to a low whisper as he finally decided maybe it might be best to just be honest with his daughter and then let the chips fall as they may.
"Jesus Remy, first of all, your hair," He paused before reaching out to playfully bat at one of twin ponytails. "I mean the way you have it arranged in those adorably cute twin ponytails, you know I love it when you do your hair like that and... well it's a thousand times better looking than Karen's. And, besides I am not hung up on blonde hair. Your mom, of course, didn't have blonde hair so..."
Kenneth hoped the high praise he just heaped on Remy's hair would be enough to calm her, and maybe forestall her bringing up the other topic-- Karen's big fucking tits.
His hope proved to be forlorn as Remy immediately went to the topic Kenneth was desperate to avoid. "Well that makes me feel somewhat better Daddy but... but what about the other thing. I mean..."
She took a couple small steps back from him before striking a pose that managed to be both sexy and innocent all at once. Tilting her head seductively at him she whispered, "So do you even like my small breasts better than Karen's, Daddy?"
She leaned back slightly before thrusting out her chest, seemingly wanting him to examine her chest before reaching his conclusion.
The directness of the question caught him off guard as he searched desperately for something to say that might mollify her.
Shit... how does a father answer such a loaded question properly, he quietly mused to himself.
The truth was - Karen did have a big, beautiful set of tits while Remy was blessed with a cute, typically Filipino, small set of tits... much like her mother's.
Naturally, years ago when she left to stay with her grandparents she had barely began to develop and now, four years later, he had inadvertently noticed some growth in the booby department as she ran around in her underwear, but her tits would never be mistaken for being anything other than petite sized. Could he tell her any of this? Of course not. But he had to tell her something.
He took a deep breath, unsure of what he would say, but she was waiting, impatiently by the pouty look on her face, so he must say something. "Baby, you have, I'm sure just an adorable pair of breasts."
He made it a point now to take a long look at her chest, lest she accuse him of being repulsed by her boobies. Any guilt he might have felt for doing such a thing was kept neatly at bay by the joint efforts of the schnapps and champagne and by the fact she was the one who brought up the topic and wanted specific answers.
"Really Daddy. You like them. Even though they aren't very big."
"Size is not everything, sweetheart... and besides you have at least a couple other things that would make Karen extremely jealous."
"Oh, really Daddy and what might that be?"
Looking at her seriously, he whispered, "Well for starters little girl... you have my heart."
She smiled before moving up close to him. "Show me you really mean that by sharing another dance with your little girl then, Daddy."
They came together again, swaying softly to the music, as the raw sexual tension between them became almost like a living breathing entity inside the candle lit living room as the romantic strains of the music filled both their hearts with soft musings of love and tenderness.
After circling around a few times, she brought her mouth to his ear. Whispering, she asked, "So tell me, Daddy... what else do I have that would make her jealous."
Somewhere deep inside, a little voice told Kenneth, despite the inherent dangers of telling her the unvarnished truth, she needed to really hear it--if for nothing more than to help her fragile self-esteem.
Following that little voice, he used a gentle hand to tilt her face upwards so she was looking directly at him. Dropping his voice to a whisper he said, "That incredibly sexy little skirt you are running around in little girl has made it abundantly clear to your daddy that his daughter has a really... cute little caboose."
"So you like my ass huh, Daddy?" She fired back playfully.
"Well, yes if you want to be blunt, I guess I do little girl."
Standing on her tippy toes, she moved her mouth up to his ear before whispering, "You really mean that about having my heart and thinking I have a cute little behind, Daddy?"
"Yes, of course, baby."
"Then share a nice candlelight kiss with your daughter, showing her your words are more than just that."
"Honey is not my words enough for you?"
"No, they are not. Not after you pushed me away."
Her constant reminders of the past were taking its toll on his heart as it ached with a deep sadness. "Then what baby. What can I do?"
She raised her face up to him. There were tears welling in her pretty eyes. "You should have never let me go, Daddy."
"Yes, Jesus Remy I understand that. You don't have to keep reminding me..." He was starting to actually get a bit annoyed, and it showed in his voice, by her constant little reminders, but any annoyance he might have been displaying quickly vanished as a pair of tears trickled down her cheeks.
"Don't cry honey. Please don't cry. I'm sorry."
She has never looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, so sweet, so full of innocence, to him as she did at this very moment in the dimly lit living room. Responding to all that, he allowed himself to be swept away by the moment as he leaned down and did what came naturally: he kissed her.
His intent was to plant a small kiss on her tear stained cheek, but at the very last moment, she turned her face just enough for his kiss to fall upon her lips.
They kiss lightly, once, twice before he tried to pull back, but she was having none of it as her arms snaked around his neck, not allowing him to escape their forbidden destiny.
Their kisses went on and on, soft and sweet while in between they exchanged soft sweet whispered words of perfumed endearments to one another.
Finally, she pulled back before lowering her head against his chest. They oscillated softly back and forth to the romantic ballad with the dreamy music stirred soft musings deep in both of their hearts.
As his hands slipped around to the small of her back, she whispered to him, "Show me more daddy... she me you really like your little girl's cute caboose."
Kenneth's heart leaped as he speculated just what, "show me" meant. Surely it couldn't mean what she was implying -- or might it?"
Not knowing what to do exactly, he did nothing, keeping his hands firmly planted on the small of her back, holding her tight against him. A long minute or so passed before Remy, in the softest of whispers, told him, "Daddy you are not showing your little girl that your words are true. Maybe you just said them to try and make me feel better without really meaning it."
"How do you mean, sweetie?" he asked dumbly.
She paused their dance before pulling back. Staring up at him seriously, she whispered, "First, I didn't feel your heart was really into our kisses and second your hands aren't doing... hmm any exploring... down there."
"Honey, I--" he started to protest how he really was into their kisses but she cut him off with a soft finger to his lips.
"Show me, Daddy... kiss me again... for real this time... unless you don't think I'm pretty enough to kiss."
"Oh sweetheart, you are so very beautiful baby. You have the face of an angel and the body of a goddess," he murmured to her as his heart raced into overdrive.
"And this angel longs for her daddy's kisses," she proclaimed. Their kisses, up to this point, had been soft and innocent, but now she wanted more... and intended on getting it.
She closed her eyes, moving her lips to his before murmuring again, "Show me, Daddy."
He brought his lips to hers. Their earlier kisses had been sweet and innocent while only bordering on something serious but this time, almost immediately, their kisses crossed the border from sweet and innocent and into forbidden territory as they grew bolder in both purpose and intent.
Their forbidden passion was growing in undeniable leaps and bounds now as their lips pressed together, threatening to sweep them away into uncharted territory. The undeniable testament to this was how their lips took longer to part, before coming together again quicker than ever in a restless pursuit to taste more of this new forbidden fruit they were sharing.
Kenneth, despite everything, was trying extremely hard to maintain a semblance of decency between them, just as Remy appeared to be wanting all semblance of decency to completely disappear.
They both can't have it their way, and in the end, hot forbidden passion ruled the night as Kenneth simply could not, would not stop kissing his daughter, releasing giant waves of unspeakable lust to fill both of their lonely, desperate hearts.
Remy, sensing the time was right, broke off their kisses and pulled back. Looking at him seriously, said, "Let your hands go, Daddy."
She stared up at him expectedly before whispering, "Here let me help you."
Reaching around to her back, she grabbed his hands before giving them a little nudge downward. It was just enough of a hint as his hands slipped ever so slowly downward just as they began to kiss again.
His hands slipped over the soft PVC skirt as their kisses began to rocket out of control and as pressed her body invitingly against his hands finally slipped under her short little skirt.
Her butt was tight and firm--and Holy Mother of God-- free of any protection?
Yeah, she wasn't wearing any panties!! Kenneth realized causing his whole world to go on tilt. The stark awareness and wholly unexpected awareness of his innocent daughter not wearing any panties made him instantly hard.
Finally, the deal was sealed when, without giving it any conscious thought, his tongue escaped from his mouth, dipping into hers, where it began to softly explore, adding more fuel to the fires of forbidden passion growing between them.
She responded in kind as her own tongue twisted in and out of his mouth, causing his already growing erection to begin to throb with intense longing.
Once again the shadowy interior of the living room was lit up by a flash of lightening; the storm outside was picking up in intensity, but this was nothing compared to the storm of forbidden passion brewing inside the candle lit living room between father and daughter.
Wanting to ramp things up even further, Remy seductively began pushing the lower part of her body against his crotch while their kisses continued unabated. His hands were literally attacking his young daughter's sweet ass, rubbing it all over, back and forth, loving the delicious feel of its bare youthful firmness.
After Kenneth finally pulled back to catch his breath, she took a step back.
"Daddy do you wanna see your little girl's boobies."
His knees almost buckled at the sheer audacity of her question.
"Please daddy... tell me you do... pretty please. I think you have been staring at your little girl's chest all night or..." She again tilted her head seductively at him as she reached out to his hands. "Or was that just my imagination?""It wasn't, baby," he whispered as she gathered his hands in hers before guiding them forward.
"I want you to be the one to take off my top, Daddy? Please... pretty please... take off my top."
He sighed deeply as the better angels of his nature fought desperately to try and convince him to simply say no, but as she smiled at him slyly, still thrusting her chest out to him, he became lost in her beauty as he stared at her chest.
Still on the fence, and wanting reassurance, he whispered to her, "Are you sure that is what you really want... to show them to me?"
As she pressed his hands against the lower edge of her top she told him, "It is. I want you to be the first to ever see them daddy... to ever see my boobies."
That finally did it, the chance, the allure, to go where no man had ever went before allowed him to give in.
"Then... then let's go over here, sweetie."
Taking her by the hand, he led her over to the mini bar stuck in one of the far dark corners of the living room. Feeling frisky, he bodily picked her up under the arms before planting her on the small bar counter top.
Sitting up on top of the bar like that, she was nearly at eye level with him as they stared at each other for a long moment. This corner of the living room where the mini bar was cast in a deep dark shadows with the sole taper candle barely piercing the darkness.
Reaching out, she stroked the side of his face softly as their lips came together. Once more, they began to exchange a forbidden series of passionate kisses as his hands found the bottom edge of her top before beginning to ever so slowly tug it upwards.
Remy held her breath as her daddy carefully pulled her top up and off of her.
Wanting to ramp up the anticipation to max, he purposefully averted his eyes from what, if anything-- maybe she was not wearing a bra either--she might be wearing under her pretty colorful top. Finally, after casting her top aside onto the bar counter top, he turned his attention back to her, but was disappointed to find, thanks to the dark shadows, he could barely see anything.
He could tell she was wearing a bra though, something dark colored maybe with a large white spot that stood out on the left bra cup.
"Do you like your little girl's bra, Daddy," she asked sweetly.
"I can't really see it all that well baby," he whispered.
"Then go grab a candle so you can see it better... I'll wait," she whispered to him. "Because I picked out my bra I'm wearing... just for us... it will bring back memories Daddy and maybe help create new ones."
Driven by sheer curiosity now, he turned before hurriedly retrieving the nearest taper candle from over on the coffee table.
Holding the candle aloft as he approached the bar again, he saw she had slipped down and was standing on her feet, leaning back against the bar.
He took a deep breath as the dim candle light revealed a most alluring sight to his curious eyes. The Hello Kitty bra was hot pink and adorned with the iconic image of the kitty's face stuck on the left bra cup. The face was pure white and complete with eyes, nose, whiskers and even had the always present red ribbon or bow tie. This brings back memories right Daddy?" she asked sweetly.
"It does," he answered slowly as his eyes became stuck on his daughter's the wholly innocent, but yet sexy bra.
Remy had went through an all engrossing Hello Kitty phase as a young teenager where practically everything she had her daddy buy her back then was themed to the iconic cat.
"So I just bought this before coming here... hoping I would have a chance to show it off to you."
"You did," he dumbly asked as the thought of his teen age daughter buying a bra--with the sole purpose of showing it off to him--being mind boggling.
"I hope you think it looks nice on me. I mean I remember how you always praised me, telling me how cute and pretty I looked, back then, when I wore my Hello Kitty branded outfits and stuff."
"Yeah, I... I did."
"So you think the bra looks pretty and cute on me Daddy?"
He swallowed hard before nodding his head yes.
As twisting it around to face him, she climbed up on the lone bare stool. Moving slowly, she reached out taking his hands in to hers as she brought his hands to the front of her bra, "Your little girl's bra unhooks in the front daddy... you can undo it if... if you want."
Kenneth's heart was trip hammering inside his chest as he carefully undid the front clasp of her daughter's bra and after getting it unhooked he paused.
Looking up at her, he whispered, "Are you sure you're OK with this baby?"
Chewing on her lip, she nodded her head yes before whispering, "Hmm, I think so Daddy?"
"You only think so?"
"It's just your little girl is shy Daddy. I mean no one has ever seen her boobies before... I mean what if you don't like them?"
"Oh baby I think there is absolutely no chance of me not liking them."
She looked at him thoughtfully for a long moment as he stood there holding her unhooked bra shut as the raw sexual tension between them continued to build to nearly unbearable levels.
"Then go ahead Daddy... I... I want you to be the first to ever see my boobies."
Moving slowly, ever so slowly, Kenneth drew his hands apart, allowing her bra to open up, allowing inch by inch of her glorious bare chest to become exposed to him.
Ever so gradually, he parted her bra until it was just by the barest of margins covering her boobs, he paused, allowing the raw sexual tension to build again.
Finally, after a long pause it was time to finally reveal them to his wide, staring eyes and just as he was pulling her bra open enough for the hidden treasures underneath to be revealed--at that very exact moment-- Mother Nature inserted herself into their drama when the whole living room was lit up vividly by a bright flash of lightning, allowing Kenneth, in one brilliant stroke, to be wowed by both Mother Nature and the beauty of his daughter's gorgeous young tits as they were highlighted by the extraordinary flash of lightning.
He stood there, his cock becoming ever harder by the second, gazing at his daughter's boobies with something akin to holy reverence. Tilting her head seductively to one side she quietly whispered, "Do you like them, Daddy?"
"God honey they are beautiful," he whispered back to her as his heart filled with pure unfettered desire.
"Really you don't think they are well," she angled her head to one side in a most beguiling manner before murmuring, "Too small."
"Oh, Jesus baby no... I told you they are utterly beautiful."
"So does that mean you wanna touch your little princess's boobies, Daddy?"
He lost the power of speech then, his mind whirling, as he could have never contemplated receiving such an invitation. Just as he finally regained his composure and was about to respond fate intervened when there was a brilliant flash of lightening, followed closely by a tremendous crash of thunder.
The thunder and lightning caused Remy to let out a loud yelp before she jumped forward into his arms.
As she crushed herself against her daddy he wrapped his arms around her murmuring in her ear, "It's OK baby. Don't be scared... Daddy is here."
She looked up at him with a pair of large pleading eyes before whispering, "I won't be scared if you let me... do this."
Slowly, she began to unbutton his nice dress shirt and after getting it completely unbuttoned she whispered, "And I really promise not to be scared if you let me do something else, Daddy."
"What do you want to do baby?"
"Hmm, just this maybe," she quietly replied as her hand slipped down across his bare chest tracing a zig zag pattern... on the way to his crotch.
She let out a small gasp from the pure delight of feeling-- through his jeans-- a man's cock for the first time. Pure forbidden desire raged inside her young heart as she began to explore his hardness with her hand.
After a few tentative strokes up and down, she pulled her hand back.
"It's your turn now to touch me," she breathed as she guided his hands to her breasts.
Kenneth gently fondled her boobs, expertly dancing his fingers across her virgin nipples, making them snap to attention before he tenderly cupped her tits.
Just as he was lightly jiggling her breasts in his hands she told him, "Show me daddy... you really think they are so utterly beautiful by..." Dropping her voice to a quiet whisper, she finished up. "Showering them with some loving attention."
He stared at them for a long moment, allowing his longing to build as the storm began to really rock and roll outside. Remy, wanting to egg him on some, slowly slipped her bra off before letting it drop causally to the floor. Smiling slyly at him, she playfully wobbled her chest back and forth, making her small tits bounce up and down.
This final act of teasing did it as he pushed her back so she was resting against the bar too before falling on her tits then like a ravenous lion on an innocent lamb.
Wanting to leave no doubt in her mind that he simply loved her petite little boobies, Kenneth slathered them with dozens of sloppy kisses before he pulled back slightly, allowing his tongue to expertly dance across her nipples, from one to the other.
Remy squirmed against the bar counter top as she thrust her chest up in the air, offering her virgin tits up to him as forbidden sacrifices to his voracious desire.
Remy felt wholly vindicated now that her daddy was going to town on her boobies--while she sat writhing against the mini bar Karen had insisted they install shortly after she moved into the house.
His initial passion spent, Kenneth slowed down, lathering the entirety of both her tits with dozens of soft tender kisses, making her moan in exquisite pleasure.
Finally, he pulled back before whispering to her, "Now honey, do you see how much I admire those beautiful little breasts of yours."
"Yes I see that," she replied as she sat back up on the bar stool.
"Now it's my turn to admire something of yours daddy... but I..." She gave him a sly smile as she slid off the bar stool and unto her feet. "Don't think it will be very small at all."
Moving slowly, she dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Oh Christ honey... you... you can't do this," Kenneth whispered hoarsely to her. "It's so wrong."
She stared up at him with the saddest of expression before reaching out with one hand to undo his jeans.
"Wrong was Mom dying of cancer, wrong was Karen cheating, wrong was you letting me go with barely a word said."
Her sad expression now turned to a soft smile as yanked his zipper down. "This is not wrong, this is what I want... and what you need," she told him gently before helping him step out of his jeans.
Closing her eyes, Remy began to shower his lower tummy with a plethora of soft teasing kisses. Kenneth let out a loud sigh as he kisses reached down to the very edge of the waistband of his white cotton briefs.
She pulled back then before staring fixedly at the incredibly large bulge his briefs were hiding from her curious eyes.
Reaching up, she began to rub her hand all over it as she stared up at him whispering, "Is this OK daddy, your little girl exploring her curiosity some?"
In a voice barely rising to a whisper he told her, "It's... it's OK, baby."
She blinked her eyes at him before whispering again, "Can I take it out Daddy... I wanna see it... I've never seen one before you know."
"You haven't," he replied numbly as, not waiting for an answer, Remy began tugging down on the waistband of his briefs.
Not wanting to ruin her surprise, Remy closed her eyes as she carefully pulled his briefs down before tossing them aside.
She slowly opened her eyes only to find, sadly for she was very curious, she could barely make out the silhouette of her daddy's cock as it remained in the dark shadows.
But then, just like with her tits, Mother Nature came riding to the rescue when the living room was again lit up nicely by a dazzling trio of lightning flashes.
Remy let out a small gasp as the flashes of lightning momentarily revealed his manhood to her young, curious eyes, and in that brief moment, where the living room was lit up as if someone had shined a huge flashlight upon it, his cock appeared huge to her as it projected out from his body like some kind of lethal sword mere inches from her face.
Thinking it would turn him on all the more, playing up the sad fact she was so utterly naïve about the sexy things, she told him in her sweetest voice, "God Daddy... you're so big and hard... hmm, is that coz of me?"
"Yes, it is baby?"
"Do you... do you want me to put it in my mouth?"
Jesus she might as well asked if he wanted to continue breathing!!
His mind whirled with the implications causing him to lose his tongue.
When he said nothing she reached out, wrapping her hand around it, as she whispered again, "Please daddy your little girl wants to... so badly... put her daddy's..." She started stroking it then making him shiver. "Big... hard... cock in her sweet little virgin mouth."
He looked down at her, just as another quick flash of lightning revealed his daughter on her knees, her hand moving up and down his hard shaft, as she stared intently at his cock.
He snapped then with any chance of things not going "too far" becoming impossible. "Oh God yes sweetie... put it in your mouth... suck on it for daddy... please baby."
Remy took a deep breath before closing her eyes as she began by applying a light smattering of kisses all up and down her daddy's hardness before allowing her tongue to slither up and down his shaft several times, causing him to let out an audible moan.
"Oh God baby... that feels so good," he whispered just as she brought her mouth up to the very tip of his cock.
Her tongue lashed out, twisting around the head of his penis before flickering across the sensitive underside.
She moved her head around in circles while dancing her tongue around the underside of his cock, causing him to moan again before he barked at her harshly, "Stop teasing daddy little girl and put it in your mouth."
Remy smiled to herself at the harsh way he snapped at her. He never snapped at her so that could only mean she was getting to him.
What a clever little girl you are, she mused to herself before opening her mouth wide and taking his cock into her mouth.
Kenneth sighed loudly as she began to eagerly suck on his cock with a passion only reserved for the very young. Looking down, he was rewarded when another lightning flash revealed the luscious sight of his daughter enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down on his engorged penis.
Remy paused at the tip of his cock before slowly letting her mouth slide back down as she took as much of her daddy's hard cock in her mouth as she could. Once she reached her limit, she quickly allowed her mouth to skate back up to the tip. Reaching up with one hand, she cupped her daddy's testicles, just like saw once in a short porn video she watched at a friend's house back in the Philippines. Actually, everything she was doing now, she had learned in that same video.
Pulling back, thinking it might be fun to add some verbal teasing to the action, Remy looked up at him whispering, "This is the first time your little girl has ever had a man's cock in her mouth Daddy... am I... I doing OK... sucking on it?"
"You are doing nice honey but... hmm..."
Again, the room was lit up by a flash of lightning and as their eyes met in that brief moment something dark and forbidden passed between them.
They both wanted more; needed more.
Reaching down, Kenneth pulled her up and onto her feet. "Daddy wants to... to..." He was having a hard time putting exactly what he wanted to do into words as those words, what he wanted to do, were so very wicked.
Deciding he needed help in stating exactly what he wanted to do, Remy whispered to him, "Fuck his little girl... you can if you want."
Those impossible words she just spoke to him-- Fuck his little girl... you can if you want--- caused him to finally truly snap.
Reaching out, he grabbed her roughly before twisting her around so she was facing the bar counter top as he growled at her severely, "You have been fucking teasing your daddy all night little girl... haven't you?"
He reached his hands around, fondling her breasts as he brought his mouth down to her neck and began to shower it with dozens of wild, fanatical kisses.
His passion for her had finally reached the point where it was now like a runaway freight train.
Bringing his hands down and around to her backside, he slipped them up and under her slutty little skirt as he whispered in her ear, "I bet you thought it would turn your daddy on... you not wearing any panties under your slutty little skirt huh."
"I... I did think that Daddy," she whispered back as she started to tilt forward, thinking she would add some fuel to the passionate fire by leaning against the bar counter top while thrusting her ass out to him.
"Straighten up... put your hands on your hips and hold perfectly still, Remy Marie," he yapped at her.
Remy smiled to herself. He rarely addressed her formally as such and only used her middle name when she was... in trouble.
I guess I am in trouble now, she mused before daring to ask a question.
"Daddy before I obey can... can I put my top back on... I'm a little cold."
Kenneth quickly snatched her colorful top off the bar counter top before thrusting it into her hands, "Yeah, I guess but just the top... and hurry up."
Remy quickly slipped her top back on before doing as he requested by dropping her hands to her hips while remaining perfectly still.
He dialed his runaway passion back a few notches, for the moment anyways, as he decided to switch from bad cop to good cop with her.
He lowered his mouth to her ear, as he snuggled up behind her. "Daddy loves his teasing little girl so much sweetie."
"I love you too daddy and... and is the teasing little girl going to get what she has coming to her?" she asked as he rubbed her bare arms up and down.
"Oh she is... she is... for sure," he replied before he began to shower her neck with a plethora of tender kisses.
He moved his hands around, massaging her breasts through her top as he turned her around. They engaged in a fresh series of tongue twisting kisses as his hands slipped down and under her skirt.
He massaged her bare ass before slipping his hands back up to her breasts and then under her top.
Remy sighed as she felt her daddy's hands slipping over her breasts as he quietly fondled them. He pulled his hands back out and then dropped them under her skirt again where they massaged her bare ass for a few blissful moments before he dropped to his knees.
Now at eye level with her butt, once again, Mother Nature complied by lighting up the living room brightly allowing him to get an up close and most beautiful look at her gorgeous little ass.
Remy let out a soft moan as she felt her daddy begin to shower both of her butt cheeks with an abundance of soft tender kisses all over before he twisted his face up and under so he was facing her tender young pussy.
"Oh God daddy," she hissed as she felt a flickering tongue dancing along the moist folds of her pussy for the first time before it diving in to attack her clit.
Remy let out a louder moan of pleasure as her daddy went to work on lathering her sex with an experienced tongue while his hands continued to rub enticingly all over her beautiful ass.
Finally, feeling she was sufficiently warmed up so she would be ready for him, Kenneth climbed to his feet.
Bringing his mouth to her ear, he whispered, "Show your daddy what you want, little girl."
When she turned around, giving him a bashful smile, he whispered, again, more urgently this time, as his cock was becoming painfully hard, "Go on sweetie... show me what want and... what I need."Reaching back, she found his hardness. "This is what I want Daddy," she hissed to him before beginning to stroke it.
"Oh God Daddy... you're so big and hard," she gasped. "Is that coz of me?"
"It is baby."
"Daddy, please... please put it in me."
Reaching down, Kenneth carefully pushed his finger up and inside of her incredibly tight virgin cunt, causing her to squirm and let out a quiet gasp as he began to work it in and out of her.
"Does that feel good baby," he whispered to her.
"Oh God Daddy... it does," she sighed as his finger found her clit and began to tenderly circle about it.
Lowering his mouth to hers, he started a fresh set of adoring kisses as he started to finger bang her with a bit more purpose, causing her to moan louder in between their kisses.
Her moans were lost though among the growing clamor of the wild storm building in intensity outside. Hard rain was pelting the windows with heavy drops as thunder and lightning intermittingly crashed down with ever increasing frequency and power.
It almost seemed like Mother Nature wanted to make it a threesome as she added to the surreal nature of what was happening between father and daughter.
"You want your daddy inside of you now little girl... Are you ready?"
She turned around to stare at him then and thinking men liked to hear a girl beg, she added in her best whiny "little girl" voice, "Please, pretty please Daddy, I... I need your big cock so badly inside of me."
"
Hearing his daughter beg for his cock might have been the most surreal experience in his life, and it caused his excitement to finally tip over the edge.
In a voice husky with wild forbidden lust, Kenneth snapped at her, "Turn around then, and lean forward on the bar... do it now, little girl!!"
And when she didn't obey quickly enough, Kenneth reached out, grabbing her by the arm before aggressively turning her around.
"Now spread your legs wider and thrust that cute little ass out for me," he barked at him.
She obeyed him, leaning down on the bar counter top before thrusting her butt out and spreading her legs.
"That's it... hmm just like that," he murmured to himself as he carefully raised up her skirt.
He stood there for a long moment, allowing his desire to build as he whispered, "God baby you have such a gorgeous ass."
And then just as if she concurred, Mother Nature lit up the room with a tremendous flash of lightning, highlighting Remy's beautiful ass in the nearly dark room for a brief moment.
Kenneth look down at Remy, admiring the forbidden scene: her legs spread wide, leaning forward with that beautiful ass thrust out with her slutty black skirt hiked up.
He ran his hands all over her nice firm ass, allowing his desire to grow to untold levels of excitement while the anticipation of what he was about to do, caused his erection to somehow get harder. He moved in behind her, holding his swollen erection in hand.
He began to rub his cock against her pussy, feeling its wetness, teasing her just a bit, making her squirm with anticipation.
"Daddy stop teasing me and put it in, please" she moaned softly.
But he was having too much fun teasing her so instead of doing what she wanted, he pulled back just enough where the tip of his cock was resting against her moist opening.
He moved it in a soft, slow circular motion against her, waiting for just the right moment to thrust forward and penetrate her.
After a few more moments of rubbing his cock against her wet opening, Kenneth, in a supreme moment of perfect timing, propelled his hips forward --just as brilliant stroke of lightening lit up the living room, followed by a loud crash of thunder.
Remy startled by the loud crash of thunder, jumped backward a bit, helping to propel her daddy's cock up and inside of her forcefully.
She let out an anguished cry of forbidden passion as she felt herself being penetrated by a man for the first time when her daddy buried his hardness in her up to the hilt.
The storm was reaching its peak now as an almost continuous series of lightning and thunder swept down upon the house. It seemed almost as if Mother Nature herself was applauding their naughty efforts!
He went slowly at first, being as gentle as possible, wanting to let her get used to his size, but it soon became like some kind of weird light and sex show with the lightning flashes briefly lighting up the interior of the living room, followed quickly by the crackle of thunder--just as his thrusts inside of her were becoming harder and more urgent.
The growing strength of the storm was only matched by their growing desire to explore their forbidden appetites to the fullest. Kenneth gripped her hips, holding her tightly as he rocked into her harder and harder still, making her moan louder with each desperate thrust of his cock up and inside of her.
Wanting to urge him on to greater heights of passion, Remy let out her loudest moan yes as she whispered, "Oh God Daddy... you feel so good inside of me... fuck me harder... please Daddy... harder... I want it so bad."
She knew what to say because, shamefully, before moving out she had actually listened at the door to her parent's bedroom as they were having sex and heard Karen say similar stuff like this to him.
He alternated the way he was fucking her, switching between slamming his cock inside of her with one or two mighty thrusts, making her cry out in anguished passion, before slowing down and pumping his hips forward nice and slow.
Wanting things to last for the both of them, after one last quick pounding of three hard thrusts, he stopped completely before pulling out. He carefully twisted her around, before drawing him into his arms.
They engaged in a long series of wild, furious kisses as the living room was still being lit up off and on by the storm. Reaching up, he gripped her under the arms before gently setting her on the bar stool facing him.
"Spread your legs baby," he whispered urgently to her as he clawed her top up to expose those gorgeous little breasts of hers.
Remy, closed her eyes while spreading her legs as she felt her daddy's cock filling her again... this time from the front.
He began to pump into her straight away, fast and hard, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him on desperately.
"Oh that's it, Daddy, fuck me harder, come inside of me... do it... I want your big cock so badly."
Feeling compelled to give in to her frantic begging, Kenneth propelled his hips forward, rocking in his daughter, making her small tits bounce delightfully up and down as he now utterly lost control.
Much like the storm pummeling the house was rushing toward a mighty climax, so was they both heading toward a most explosive climax.
Kenneth slowed down, making love now to his daughter gently as she started to quietly whimper while her daddy tenderly pushed his cock in and out of her.
She was nearly there as he leaned forward, finding the sweet spot on her neck, assailing it with dozens of tender kisses.
This was just enough to send her careening toward the heavenly abyss of her first orgasm as she started to whine, "Daddy I am going to come. Jesus, Pleaseeee... Don't stop... Pleassseeeee!!"
That was all he needed to hear. Kenneth, like a sprinter making his final kick as he neared the finish line, began to fuck his young daughter furiously as the storm tried to match his intensity.
Lightning and thunder crashed down on the poor house as if it was the very focal point of the storm itself, illuminating the room with vivid flashes of light before plunging back into near darkness over and over again.
Remy begin to tremble as a powerful orgasm washed over her just seconds before Kenneth collapsed against her panting-- after shooting a huge load of cum deep inside of her.
Kenneth let out a shaky breath as he tried to regain his sense of emotional balance as he led her over to the sofa, where they collapsed against each other.
Snuggling under a comforter, Remy pressed tight against her father, knowing it was mission accomplished as she discerned, was perfectly sure that is, her daddy would want more of her sugared delights... and she would be more than willing to give it to him, whenever and wherever he wanted it, enough so where Karen would be long forgotten.
Meanwhile, the vicious autumn storm, seemingly getting what it came for, receded with its passion and furor into the background as it became nothing more than an occasional flash of lightening, followed by the distant low rumble of thunder.