Ask Your Father Ch. 01

Then came the deep chugging of a boat engine.

It was close. Very close.

Lily's eyes read a mixture of desire, nervousness and then terror in realizing what was happening. Her father's cockhead was still prodding at her entrance and she was but a second from giving her virginity to her own father. She wanted it so badly she could scream!

'NO!' she shouted inwardly instead. Lily tried to pull her father deeper with her leg but he was too strong. He recognized immediately that his son had come back from across the lake.

"No daddy... please!" Lily whispered to him, begging him not to stop.

But his hips had already pulled back, and the tip of his cock, which had Lily anticipating the most wonderful moment of her adult life was gone. She and her father had finally crossed the line of merely wanting each other into something much more, and it was stolen out from under them in a second. She cursed her brother.

"I'm so sorry Lily, but we have got to move NOW!"

They didn't have time, so he scooped Lily up, blanket, swimsuit and everything and rushed toward the house as they heard the boat connect with the dock. In seconds it would be tied up and Lily's brother could have seen their father with his cock planted inside his own little sister. If only he had come back a few seconds later, God she hated him right then. He ruined everything!

When he got to the house, John set Lily down. She was riotous. She couldn't tell if she was furious with her dad, her brother, or nobody at all, she just was. It was so obvious on her face that her father didn't need to ask.

"I know you're mad Lily, but you didn't really want me to keep going with your brother right there did you?"

She wasn't going to give in. Not a chance. "Yes, I did dad! All I wanted was for you to make me yours, and you just stopped! It was dark, you don't know if he would have seen!"

John wished she would keep her voice down, he tried to hush her with a finger to his lips.

"I was naked for you dad, and I told you how much I loved you and that I wanted you to take my virginity,,, and you said you wanted to too!"

She was hardly talking quieter. He looked down and saw Daniel walking back their way on the dock. It was too dark to see all the way across the yard, but they couldn't stay there.

"I do! But please sweetie, for me, you have to go to your room and get in bed. I'll deal with your brother."

Lily was horrified. She could not believe her dad was now telling her to go to bed like a child. She went, but was so mad she could hardly stand it. With her bikini in hand, John watched as his naked, angry little girl scampered upstairs to her room. He knew she was throwing a tantrum because she probably felt used, and deprived and even a little confused. Hopefully she would come around, but they were not going to be able to follow through that night.

In the nick of time, John realized that he too had no pants on, so he grabbed a pair and dressed. Before shoving his erection up into the belt, he removed the condom, noticing that the tip was still shining wet from being at the entrance of his baby's pussy. Somehow, all his son saw when he walked in the door was his father in the same chair on the screened in porch with a beer. He had no idea.

All John could think about as his son went on about who he was with and what they'd been doing across the lake was his little girl. He knew she'd be lying, possibly naked, in her bedroom upstairs. She was probably so mad at him, and there was nothing he could do about it. Her fit little body would be curled up in bed and her face scrunched up into a pouting frown. His little brunette had been sprawled out in front of him for the taking, and the denial of sliding his throbbing member inside her untouched pussy was unbearable.

If his son could have just gone to bed, he might have been able to go and resurrect the tryst with Lily, and assure her that he still wanted her as badly as he had when she'd been begging him to take her. Instead, by the time John and Daniel turned in and John checked in on Lily, she was fast asleep on her side facing away from the door. He didn't want to risk waking her or the anger she'd surely be harboring about their failed encounter. Closing the door despondently, he whispered goodnight and hoped she would sleep it off.

In truth, Lily was wide awake and knew her father had opened the door to see if she was okay but refused to let him win. She was still fuming that he'd stopped short of what she wanted so badly, and was determined to punish him for it. Still, Lily could feel a nagging warmth between her legs, a tingling remnant of the sensation of the tip of her father's cock hovering just outside her tiny opening. She would get what she wanted, but it was going to be on her terms, Lily promised herself.

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The next morning was met with a flurry of activity, mostly as a result of Lily's mom making sure everything was ready for their guests to arrive. She was cleaning places in the cabin that nobody had even touched since they arrived, and there was not a second to devote to the little drama that existed between Lily and her father.

They exchanged a few glances, and Lily was tempted to reach out and touch her father's arm once or twice as they passed in the hall, but she refrained. Still wound up about the night before, Lily felt like the only way to tell her dad she was upset was to go radio silence on him. So that's what she did.

And it worked. John was wound up too, wondering if he'd finally gone too far with Lily. What was she feeling about how close they'd come to having sex the night before? For the last few days it had seemed like Lily didn't miss a single opportunity to flirt with her father, but now John was experiencing a coldness only his wife could have taught her.

Things only worsened when Eileen and her son, Brian, arrived. There was not a second for John to pull Lily aside and talk to her about what had happened, or to apologize for leaving her in the dark the way he had. They said their greetings and as expected, Eileen and Rachel immediately went off chatting about silly drama at the country club and whatever else. John went through the obligatory small-talk with Brian: where he was going to school and what he was studying.

From the moment Brian laid eyes on Lily, John knew he liked what he saw. Just watching the look on his face when Lily greeted them in her tank top and jean shorts, John knew the kid was impressed. Nothing about Lily's body was TOO accentuated. Her breasts were not overly large, nor her butt or her legs too thin... she was just perfectly put together. The shorts she wore wrapped snugly around her hips and between that sought-after gap in her thighs. The top, simple and gray cotton, had not a wrinkle in it as it held hugged her taut midsection and held those beautiful breasts in place. And with just a touch of make-up, Lily was striking and she hadn't even tried to be.

The boy's reaction to seeing Lily infuriated John, but what was he to do? He could hardly get defensive or act too territorial around her. Even worse was that Lily didn't seem nearly as opposed to spending time with Brian as she'd led him to believe earlier in the week. Watching her smile and laugh occasionally as the two of them talked throughout the morning made John want to break things or go into a rage.

Even suspecting that Lily was toying with him, John could not help himself wanting her, and wanting to toss Brian out of the boat when they went for a quick tour around the lake that morning. John sighed in relief when they all agreed not to change into bathing suits; he couldn't have handled how aggressive Brian might have gotten with his daughter if she put on one of those sexy bikinis.

All the while, Lily knew what she was doing. She could see her father squirm when Brian put his hand on her in the back of the boat. She would smile or laugh, pretending she was having a good time, and her father would go white. She knew he'd be too proud to try and intervene, so he just stood by as Lily let him think something was developing between her and her new friend.

In truth, there was nothing about Brian that Lily was interested in. He said a few jokes that made her chuckle that morning, but the extent of his usefulness was solely in the way her dad fidgeted when she paid him any attention. Her father was far more handsome, obviously more mature and all around a more interesting person. She also knew his love for her was far deeper than the way Brian kept trying to brush his arm against her tits or how he suggested she sit on his lap when there wasn't enough space in the boat.

That's when Lily started to feel guilty about the defeated look on her father's face. A few hours of separation from him was enough for her, and from the way her father was tying up the boat in an exaggerated manner as everyone walked back toward the house, it was obviously enough for him too.

"I'm gonna wait for my dad, I'll be up in a minute," Lily told Brian as he waited on her like an expectant puppy after they docked.

Brian turned towards the house, looking lost and childish. Lily walked slowly down to where her dad was gathering trash from the boat and she could see just how frustrated he was.

"Hey daddy..." Lily said sheepishly.

John didn't respond. He went about filling the boat with gas and when Lily walked closer he finally addressed her.

"Do you need something Lil, kinda busy here?"

"No, I just thought I'd give you some company," she said, not wanting to give up. She knew she'd put him in this mood. Lily decided that even though she'd felt similarly the night before, they were probably more than even from her actions that morning.

She helped in silence, straightening up the life jackets and grabbing loose items around the boat before kneeling on the seat just inside where her dad was filling the tank. Looking as sweet as possible, she directed her blue eyes up to John's and did her best to turn him.

"Do you want to hang out later?" She asked, pushing her chest out and looking excited to see him, "just the two of us?"

"Maybe," replied John, "but I think you've got a guest to entertain."

He didn't want to sound like he was pouting. He refused to let an eighteen year old girl get the better of him, even if it was his own daughter who knew him best.

"But I don't want to. I want to be with you,.." the teenager said, sounding a bit whiny but adorable, "...alone." she finished.

Inside, John's heart pumped boldly for a few beats. He chanced a look into his young daughter's eyes. The splash of gas into a half-empty tank was all that could be heard between them, but their silence was compelling. Lily's disarming smile almost broke him, and she could have sworn the corners of her father's mouth turned.

"Pleaaaaase Daddy?" Lily begged

"Sure honey, if your mom lets you off the hook, we can spend a little time together. But you better get back up to the house."

Even though he was coming around John was still, admittedly, pissed. Now that she was back to her normal self, he suspected that she'd been playing games with him, though he wasn't positive. Lily put her hand on his shoulder tenderly as she stepped out of the boat and then kissed him on the side of the neck before scampering back down the dock. Once he saw her cute butt sway in her shorts he knew he'd not be able to hold out on her much longer, and John was not sure he wanted to.

Of course, when he returned to the house his wife had already laid out plans for the rest of the day. They were heading to the fruit-picking farm not far away and John was to get ready to go within twenty minutes. He sighed and agreed, feeling indifferent about it anyway.

An hour later they were there, listening to a farmhand explain where they were meant to pick and which orchards were out of season. Apparently, it was self-explanatory, the limits of the apple and cherry orchards they were going to be in that day were marked by a fence. After buying a few bottles of water for the group, each of them took a basket and headed for the grounds.

To his delight, Lily had all but shut Brian out since her turnaround that morning. Now he was awkwardly shadowing her around and avoiding her when Lily hung on her father's arm around the orchard. Brian might have even thought that the two of them were acting too intimately, but like Lily's father earlier that day he was in no position to criticize.

Lily was really putting on a show as they picked the apples from tree to tree. There were plenty of apples to choose from, but John had no complaints watching her reach to get the highest ones. Her beautiful legs, a strip of skin beneath the tank top as she stretched out, and the way her backside looked when she bent over to drop an apple in her basket... John soon forgot any animosity he'd been harboring.

They laughed, joked and horsed around, flirting like a couple of teenagers as they got farther away from the group. Watching his daughter frolic around, John was constantly reminded that his little girl was, indeed, only eighteen. But he simply connected with her in a way he could only expect with someone much older than Lily. And her body, with lines and curves he felt like he'd seen only on TV. John was practically panting to be closer to her when Lily stopped the two of them with a hand on his front.

"Is that the fence they were talking about?" she asked, rubbing her hand over her father's broad chest.

"I think so," replied John.

The fence was a temporary one, just over six feet tall, chain-link and with a dark fabric attached to each section so they couldn't see on the other side. John wondered what orchard they were on the border of.

Of course, Lily was to curious to just wonder. She set her basket under a low hanging tree and then stood in front of the fence and just expected that her dad would come give her a boost. John saw what she wanted so he followed her lead. When he approached her, Lily surprised him by reaching a hand behind her and touching his neck. He temporarily lost himself when she rolled her head back and pushed her butt into his shorts; it was the sexiest thing she'd done all day.

Looking around, John could see a couple of their party in the distance. They were probably too far to see anything at all, but he certainly could begin undressing his daughter right there against the fence. And still, Lily was beginning to move her hips so she could get her dad excited and feel him harden between them.

"So... are you going over or what?"

"Mhh hmmm..." Lily responded, purring.

Lily moved lazily out of their standing position to one where she was holding the fence in anticipation of scaling it. John put his hands on her hips and squeezed tight before lifting her up. She mounted the fence and swung her leg over in a few seconds. John's heart began beating faster as she hopped out of view on the other side of the fence. He looked behind and saw that they were still out of view of anybody he might not want to see him follow his daughter, or grab the folded cloth from his basket just before he did.

Landing on the other side, John looked around and saw no sign of Lily. The foliage was about the same on this side, a peach orchard, but the setting was far more beautiful. A thick blanket of bright-green grass covered the aisles in between trees and none of the fruit had fallen on the ground like it had in the apple orchard.

He couldn't exactly call to her, so he kept looking around and under the rows of trees. Finally he saw her, somewhat hiding behind a dense tree and leaning against it. He circled around it and found his daughter looking back at him with a finger to her lips and an incredibly mischievous look on her face.

"You hiding from me?" John asked her.

Lily just shook her head no. She appeared deep in thought.

"What's up Lil'?"

"I'm sorry I was mean to you today dad, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings,"

John thought for a second before reaching out for her and replying, "It's okay honey, I know you were upset with me."

Lily took her father's hand and came out into the space between the peach trees. She looked forward at his chest, feeling bashful or nervous or whatever it was. They took each other in. Just being alone, where nobody could find them was a huge relief and excited them equally.

It took a moment of standing there together for Lily to build up the courage. Slowly she lifted her head to look up at her dad who was waiting for her next move. Her eyes told him what he wanted, and it was just what John had been waiting for to be positive Lily was willing and ready for him.

For the first time, Lily and her father's lips connected. Simultaneously, Lily and John realized that they were kissing for the first time as more than just father and daughter. Even their lessons hadn't included this kind of intimacy. Feeling soft lips prying at each other and the electricity generated by their touch, Lily wished she'd asked him to make that a part of her lessons far sooner.

But it was different now. When Lily involuntarily darted her tongue out to her father's mouth, it was no longer pretending. As her father's hands found her sides and pulled her close, it was because he wanted only to feel her pressed tightly against him, not on some pretense that she might be learning.

Their breathing hastened and advances suddenly more daring.

"Oh dad," Lily gasped as her father kissed her neck, "I want you... so bad."

John continued down his daughter's neck, kissing and nibbling at her to the increasing fervor of her breath. He felt her fingers fumbling at his belt-line, obviously wanting to take off the shorts that were now constricting his erection from sticking outward toward her. It was then he realized he hadn't anticipated this moment and had stupidly forgotten to bring a rubber.

"Lily," he paused, "I didn't bring any protection for us."

Apparently, that didn't stop his daughter from unbuckling his belt because a second later it unlatched and his button followed.

"Honey we can't go any further." John said, feeling disappointed and so increasingly lustful for the young brunette in front of him.

"Why not daddy?" Lily asked, running her hand down over his zipper and feeling how hard he was beneath it. John couldn't believe how wonderful it felt and what an expert she was becoming at turning him on.

"You know why Lily, you aren't on birth control and it is very dangerous." John warned, feeling his eighteen-year-old continue to touch him over his shorts. "You could get pregnant very easily honey."

Lily looked up at him while her hand kept up its movement. "Uh huh," she said, shaking her head and glaring at him with her big eyes.

John flinched back, speechless. What did she mean? What was she confirming: that they couldn't have sex or that he could get her pregnant? She clearly didn't intend to stop what they were doing by the way she hadn't yet stopped rubbing his shaft over his shorts. She couldn't mean what he thought she did.

"I don't understand Lily, what are you saying?"

She got a firm grasp of his cock and John's eyes rolled, "I'm saying I know you could get me pregnant daddy."

Silence.

"And I'm saying I'm yours... I don't want to stop."

John had broken every promise he'd made to himself, crossed every line and he stood at the very precipice of one more. He knew he had to deny her, but every bone in his body was begging him not to. His baby girl wanted him to take her virginity, to do it right in the middle of an orchard with their family close by, and she wanted him to risk impregnating her by doing it without protection. And instead of deterring him, John wanted all three of those things more than ever. Hearing that Lily was his to have, John felt all boundaries crumbling.