Richard blinked groggily as the coarse buzzing of the alarm grew louder. Throwing out a hand to slap it silent, he rolled and blinked in surprise when he saw Lily lying in a peaceful rest at his side. A few seconds passed before the memory of the previous night revealed itself, and the smile on her face belied the line the pair had passionately crossed the night prior.
Lily stirred and shifted her position under the heavy and sex-scented covers. Her leg brushed against that of her father, and slowly her eyes parted as she flashed him the charming smile that was the breaker of so many hearts.
"Morning sweetheart." Richard murmured, seeing his daughter now for the first time as a lover come relative.
"Good morning you." she replied demurely, slowly running a toe up the outer half of his calf.
A comfortable silence bridged the gap between them; both content to enjoy the company of the other as the wee hours of the morning trickled past. Finally, as the clock ticked its merry way past 9:00 am, Richard let loose a happy sigh and flicked the sheets off his body.
"How would the birthday girl care for breakfast in bed?" he asked, replacing his usual kiss to her forehead with one aimed at her cherry-red lips.
"I think she expects nothing less." Lily replied quickly, causing Richard to chuckle at her unique brand of pillow talk.
"Okay smartass. Just for that I'm gonna spit in your coffee." He cackled and ducked through the door not a moment too soon, as a vigorously thrown pillow whistled past the spot his head had occupied a moment earlier.
Richard took the stairs two at a time, his feet thumping out a bouncy tune as he strode with renewed vigor into the kitchen. As the hiss of the coffee machine overruled his conscious thought, his mind was free to wander without constraint. Inevitably, it concluded on thoughts of himself and his beautiful dau- no, lover. Lily. He could no longer call her his child, that relationship had been shattered by last night. She was more than that now, his parental love had by no means dissipated; however it had shifted. He now loved her much like he had her mother; a deep, carnal love which surpassed conscious emotion and was perceptible in the smallest of movements. The briefest eye contact was enough for one to feel the comfortable embrace of love's being.
The coffee machine beeped obnoxiously, breaking his inner reverie and pulling his focus back to the material world. As he slathered Lily's toast with her favourite jam, he reconsidered the now insufficient gift he had intended to surprise her with later that day. Piling her food and coffee all onto one precariously balanced breakfast tray, he slowly walked back upstairs, each step precisely aimed to avoid breaking the delicate balance in his hands.
Kicking the door open, Richard noticed Lily pull her hand hastily out from beneath the duvet and smooth out the sheets in a futile attempt to erase any suspicion of indiscretion.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, raising an inquiring eyebrow as he set the tray down carefully over her lap.
Making sure to brush the offending fingers under his nose, she hooked her hand tenderly around his neck and pulled him in, pressing her full lips to his in a motion full of love.
Richard smiled into the kiss, desperately trying to ignore the growing pressure against the front of his boxers as he whiffed the scent he had become so familiar with just hours earlier.
"Does that answer your question?" Lily asked as her eyes dropped momentarily to the bulge developing in her father's underwear.
Richard simply nodded, not trusting his mouth to form coherent sentences.
"Enjoy your breakfast baby, I've got a few plots I need to hatch before we do anything today." He strode out of the room and into his study as his daughter observed him leave with a knowing smile on her face.
An hour later, at 10:30, Richard left his study and caught Lily just as she was exiting his bedroom. She was fully dressed in white flats, a green skirt that fell to her knees and a cream coloured sleeveless blouse with ruffles lining the lapel.
"Wow honey, you look fantastic." He observed, unable to tear his gaze from her. She blushed and shook her hips from side to side, whipping the skirt around her thighs.
Richard chuckled and kissed her quickly, before heading into his room to shower and dress. Once he was appropriately clothed, he stepped into the lounge room, where Lily was sitting on the couch with her feet tucked against her smooth thighs, remote in hand and flicking rapidly through various T.V. stations.
"Ready baby?" he asked, causing her head to snap around upon hearing his voice.
"Sure am!" she squeaked excitedly, leaping off the couch in one fluid motion and going at a near sprint to the door. Richard led outside and told her to wait while he pulled the car around. Lily nodded and locked her fingers behind her back as a preventative measure to stop her fiddling with excitement.
A low rumbling became audible as she cocked her head confusedly. Her perplexion was calmed when a small, white BMW rolled out from the garage; in stark contrast to the faded four wheel drive hatchback her father normally drove, this car was gleaming white and in top condition. It was Richard's baby, his obsession, and Lily was sure she had never seen him drive it before.
"Hop in!" he called loudly as the window slid down. She pulled the door open and carefully sat on the spotless cream-colored leather. The minute her door had thudded shut, Richard pulled quickly out of the driveway and accelerated down the road as the engine complied with a startled roar.
"So. What's going on?" Lily asked frankly, shifting to face her father. His greying hair had been swept back by the wind; that combined with the blue shirt which he left unbuttoned with a white undershirt and carefully cultivated stubble made him the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on.
"Well, I wasn't gonna tell you as soon as this, but to hell with it," he flashed her an excited smile, "So basically, you and I are going out of town today. We're going to the next town over and..." he paused as a very unusual expression crossed his face, unsure of whether or not to continue.
"Daddy!" Lily cried in a pleading tone, "You can't stop now! Tell me!"
"Ok, ok," Richard chuckled, unsurprised to see she hadn't abandoned all of her old habits, "Well really the only reason I'm taking you so far out of town is so you and I can act like a couple." He paused, awaiting a reaction. When his statement was met with silence, he looked in her direction as panic blossomed in his chest.
The sight that he met caused him to laugh aloud. Lily's face was red with excitement as she had a hand over her mouth, covering what he suspected was a broad smile. Screeching at a pitch similar to that of a bat, she threw her arms around Richard's neck and peppered his cheek with kisses.
"I'm glad you like it. I thought you could be my young supermodel girlfriend and I could be the old man you're squeezing for money."
She giggled and quickly agreed, squealing again as he pinched her thigh in retaliation. She placed an immaculately manicured hand on his shoulder and spoke again in a much more sincere and loving tone.
"But really Dad, I'm so glad this is the way you think of us. One of my biggest fears about last night was that it would mean nothing to you. Or that you'd regret it."
"Sweetheart. Don't be silly, I wouldn't have done it if there was a chance of either of those things happening. And if you'll have an old coot like me, I'm happy to be your man."
Lily leaned over and kissed him again, but this time it was a movement of slow, lingering affection. As her lips left his neck, he noticed that her hand had moved within close proximity of his rapidly swelling member. With unspoken consent, Richard shifted his weight back, allowing her eager fingers easier access to the front of his now straining pants. As the zipper grumbled its way down, his cock poked through the newly created opening. To Lily's eye it seemed bigger than last time; the round, purple head was eagerly swollen with a small droplet of precum forming at the base of the slit. Veins riddled the thick shaft, causing her to lick her lips, remembering the the feel of each vein on her tongue; she wanted more. The sight had her physically salivating, and wrapping her hand around it elicited a moan from the tightly locked lips of her father. She slid her thumb slowly up his length, bumping across the thick veins riddled across the otherwise smooth skin. Upon reaching his slit, she rotated her thumb through the translucent dollop of precum and spread it across the engorged tip of his cock.
Lily eyed him flirtatiously and slowly sucked the fluid from her thumb, smacking her lips before replacing her hand around the broad base nestled in his pants. She lowered her head until her mouth hovered ever so close to his visibly pulsing tip, exhaling slowly as Richard struggled to keep his eyes fixated on the road.
Eventually she grew tired of toying with him and finally pressed her soft lips onto his quivering cock. She slowly slid down further until it pressed against the back of her throat; tears blurred her vision as she choked and forced herself deeper. She ran her tongue around the underside of his shaft, lubricating it in a thick layer of saliva. Lily pulled her mouth off, a string of spittle stretching from her lower lip to Richard's cock, which was ready to burst.
She reached over and massaged his balls softly as she suckled lightly on his cock, gently coercing him into feeding her with his fluid. His body began to stiffen, and she felt his balls tighten under her fingertips. Before long there was an explosion of creamy liquid into her mouth, at which she gulped hungrily, aiming to swallow every last drop. Once finished Lily leaned back in her seat and shot Richard a grin filled with incestuous glee.
"Wow baby. You're a natural!" Richard exclaimed, zipping up his pants with one hand while he kept the wheel steady.
"Well, my motivation is pretty good." she replied with a grin, eyes flickering quickly to his lap. He chuckled and shook his head; she was indeed a vivacious young girl. She tucked her feet under her bum once more, and pressed her forehead lightly against the window.
"We're nearly there sweetie. Then the real fun begins." he commented forebodingly.
Five minutes later, Richard pulled the car into a massive parking lot, which ran parallel to a gargantuan mall. He killed the engine and put a hand on Lily's thigh as she opened the door.
"Baby, I wanna tell you what your present is now alright? Just so you don't shatter the eardrums of everyone in the mall," Lily nodded and swung her legs back inside the car, "Okay, so basically once we step into the mall, wherever we go is your choice. Any store, and we can buy whatever you want. It's an all day shopping spree with no price limit."
Lily's face broke into a beaming smile; she seemed struck dumb with happiness. Clamping her hands over her mouth, a high-pitched screech began to emanate from between her fingers. Richard held up a hand, chuckling and shaking his head.
"Okay, okay, stop before you hit supersonic."
She scowled and slapped at his arm playfully, before stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut. She blazed over to the ten foot tall automatic doors to the mall, elbowing her way through the crowd in an effort to find the most expensive designer brand clothes possible. Richard made his way over casually, in no rush to empty his bank account too quickly.
For hours they wandered around the mall, relishing the innocuity while their hands remained intertwined for the majority of the visit. Lily was on a roll, pulling clothes off the rack by the dozen as they made an equal number of trips to the car when their arms became too heavily laden with purchases. The sound of a card being expertly swiped through the debit machine became monotonous to Richard's ear as the minutes flew by in sync with his money.
Eventually she exhausted her shopping desires, which he had previously thought to be unachievable. They somehow squeezed into the car, bustling themselves between the numerous and multicolored bags full of spent dollars.
"What now Daddy?" Lily asked, running an eye proudly over her new possessions.
"Now to head home sweetheart. I'm buggered and need to rest my feet."
"Oh..." she said, her voice trailing off in disappointment. She had thought he would have a grand finale of sorts.
The drive home seemed an eternity longer than the contrasting journey; Lily was surly in spite of herself and Richard was eager to finally get home. She couldn't understand why she was behaving so brattily; hadn't he just bought her anything and everything she had even glanced at? How many men would ever do that? Yet here she was, withstanding an uncomfortably silent drive home, feeling ignored. Perhaps this birthday meant more to her than it did to her father. Anyway, she couldn't in all fairness protest, so she kept quiet and waited to get home and reorganize her wardrobe.
The car grumbled as it rolled into the driveway, before Richard pressed two buttons simultaneously locking the car and prompting the roller door shut behind them. He strode to the connecting door to the kitchen from the garage and pulled it open, standing aside with a wry grin to let Lily through. He smiled and nodded knowingly to himself as he heard her purse hit the floor. Following her into the house, his face maintained the smile upon seeing the dining table lit with numerous scented candles and boasting two silver platters at opposite ends of the small piece of furniture. A large silver banner hung in the background, with 'Happy Birthday Bunny!' running across it in bright red letters; it was a reference to Richard's nickname for her as a young girl.
While he was admiring his final masterpiece, he received a solid blow to the solar plexus as Lily threw herself at him; her arms locked around his waist like iron as her eyes sparkled in the direction of his.
"You. Are. Amazing." she whispered, her throat choked from the rare threat of tears.
"I know." Richard replied with a chuckle before kissing her. He took her by her trembling hand over to the table, pulling her seat out for her as she thanked him with a curt nod. He took the opposing seat and removed the lid from his tray: there lay butter poached lobster. Lily's eyes widened and she lifted her own lid, under which lay the same dish.
"Daddy, you really are the most wonderful man. I'm so lucky to have you."
"I love you sweetie, like I haven't loved anybody since your mother passed. If its possible I might love you even more." Richard's statement left Lily speechless; she knew exactly how he felt about her mother and hadn't thought it possible for him to surpass that.
She began eating her meal wordlessly, and remained in shock for most of the meal. Once finished, Richard cleared up the plates and placed them in the dishwasher. As he opened the fridge to grab the dessert left there by the chef he had hired for the night, he felt a tug at his sleeve. He turned to find Lily standing behind him, smiling before she kissed him slowly and passionately.
"Leave dessert, you're going to need it after we make love." she whispered breathily in his ear as her hand crawled teasingly up his chest.
Without speaking, Richard bent over and swept her into his arms before walking slowly up the staircase in the direction of his bedroom. Lily cupped his cheek in her hand, kissing him softly while he nudged the door open with his foot. He placed her small frame on the bed, tugging at her blouse as it slid over her head. Her uncovered breasts fell firmly, more exquisite than he remembered. She tore off his shirt with a spray of buttons before laying down. Her breasts pressed into his taut chest as his arms took the strain of his weight. They kissed heatedly; the passion in the room was nearly palpable to the touch as both of the lovers' hands explored the other, desperate to maintain contact.
Richard took one of Lily's small, aroused nipples between his fingers while simultaneously sucking her earlobe into his mouth. She moaned with an intensity she previously thought belonged solely to cheesy romantic flicks and bad pornos. Her fingers scrabbled at his belt buckle, eager to feel his sizable cock in her fingers for the second time that day. As she removed his pants in much the same fashion his shirt had disappeared, she felt his distinctly aroused hardness slap against her thigh. This resulted in her gusset drowning in a flood of her juices as the combined smell of their arousal assaulted her nostrils.
Richard kissed his way down her stomach, pulling her skirt and underwear off in one fluid motion. Her scent became more prominent as her flower became gloriously nude for the first time in nearly twenty hours. Forgoing his favored habit of teasing, for her scent was too delicious to ignore, he took her clit straight into his eager mouth while his nubile tongue worked its way deep into her wetness; her juices pooled onto it immediately as he gulped, struggling to keep up with the rate she was leaking this liquid gold.
Lily lay on the bed, her limbs writhed in instinctive pleasure when Richard slid two fingers into her pussy while his mouth continued to tickle, suck and tease her severely engorged clit. She wrapped her legs around his head, locking him in place while her fingers slid through his hair in ecstatic delight. Her thighs suddenly squeezed with crushing force over his ears, and he knew very quickly that her first orgasm of the night had arrived.
After several shudders, accompanied by gasps of something resembling surprise, Lily's body relaxed and her legs slid limply onto the doona. Richard crawled up to kiss her, and allow her the opportunity to taste herself. She welcomed such an opening vigorously as her tongue met his.
He placed his painfully erect cock on her slick lips, and was about to push forward with his hips when a small hand stopped him.
"Daddy, stop," he looked at her, concerned that something was wrong, "You've been so good to me all day. Let me make this moment about you."
She reached over to the bedside drawer and the bottle of lube Richard kept handy. As it squirted onto her palm, she looked at him and smiled kindly.
"This is your gift Daddy. I can't give you my virginity again, but I can give you something else that you might just like."
She spread the lube over his cock, which twitched at her touch. Richard's eyes rolled backwards at the feel of her slippery hands running across his sensitive rod, she was being slow and purposeful in her movements. Once it was completely covered, she pushed it down, until his tip pressed against the untouched opening of her ass.
Richard's eyes widened in surprise as he grasped what she was suggesting.
"Sweetie, are you sure? This is a big deal."
"I am," she replied, nodding fervently, "I've already fingered myself a few times and loved it. Besides, I trust you more than anyone in the world."
He gulped and nodded slowly, kissing her as he very carefully began a gentle movement of his hips. He made no leeway for a time, until the head of his cock slipped in, met with a suppressed hiss from Lily. She nodded as his eyes darted up to hers, assuring him that he was free to continue. He pushed his cock in, slowly but surely deeper until his hips met her round bum and she moaned.
Carefully he pulled backwards until just the head remained, before sliding it back in as his pace gradually increased. This was also Richard's first foray into the experience of anal sex; he marveled at the difference in sensation. Lily's ass was tight and warm, to the point where it felt as if he was being pulled in. He knew he would not last much longer, and began to moan louder with the approach of what felt like an epic orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum..." he groaned desperately as he pushed deep inside his daughter; he felt his balls make one final contraction as Lily begged him to fill her up.
Richard's cock burst in a blissful release of his seed; endless pump after pump of the thick fluid flowed into Lily as he nestled his face into her neck, whereupon she met him with an explosive orgasm of her own. The pair lay in the throes of their pleasure for several minutes, each of which felt like an hour of equivalent beatitude.
Finally, their pleasurable convulsions concluded as Richard's limp cock slid out of Lily's tight hole, closely followed by a dribble of his exertions. He collapsed beside her, and she nuzzled up to him, her sweet smelling hair underneath his nose, now tainted with the scents of sweat and sex.
They each drifted into a peaceful slumber as the clock ticked past midnight, drawing a close to the best birthday Lily ever had.
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