Connecting with Dad

With his arms around me for the first time in so long, I felt my pussy start to moisten.

He pulled away, and for a second I thought I was found out. Then he smiled and took me into his arms once again. Not close, but not far either.

He brushed the hair out of my eyes gently.

"Let me just look at you dear, it's been far too long." He said as he started moving his gaze up and down me.

"Looks like you're doing okay sweetie."

"Dad... how do you feel?"

He smiled.

"I feel so much younger, actually. It feels like I'm 20 again."

I let out a giggle.

"Andrew's 19, Dad."

"Oh, I know." He said as he walked over into Andrew's bedroom. What was he going to do? I wondered as I started following him.

He walked into the attached bathroom and looked in the mirror.

"Ah... This reminds me of how I looked when I was his age."

"You were a nerd?" This was new to me.

"Yep, I had the glasses, the pocket protector, the whole nine yards... I'll tell you one thing though, Andrew does work out."

"Yeah, I may or may not have noticed." I said nervously.

"I wonder if..." He started before walking back into the bedroom and kneeling down into the crevice between the bed and the floor.

"Furby!" I heard an electronic voice from under the bed.

"No way!" Dad said. "Andrew has an original Furby."

"I'll bet you're in heaven." I said, even though I had no idea what a Furby was.

"Wee-tah-kah-loo-loo." The voice said.

He chuckled as he stood up.

"Is Andrew taking good care of you? My promise to vet your boyfriends doesn't stop just because I'm dead."

I felt myself blush slightly.

"Oh... Um, Andrew and I aren't dating... He's just a good friend."

"Oh, I see."

"Although I have thought about him a couple times." I blurted out without thinking.

"Ah. Do you think he'd be interested in you?"

"I don't think he'd be interested in an old woman like me." I said as I felt myself blushing more.

"Aw. You're not old, Aims. And isn't that a thing in porn these days?"

"Oh you." I laughed, amused at his nature, yet also pleased that the conversation was steering towards sex.

"Besides, a nerd would take good care of you."

"Oh Jesus." I murmured as I felt my entire face turn red.

"That's a nerd's secret... The pretty girls just never stick around with them to find out. You remember those girls back in high school."

I nodded, remembering the stuck up bitches that made my high school life a living hell.

"They used to steal my fucking towel in the gym showers!" I exclaimed.

"Watch your mouth Aims. I'm your father, remember?"

"You've been dead for years." I argued.

"I'm still your father."

We both laughed a bit at how amusing the situation was.

Seeing that I probably should get to the point, I put on a serious face.

"dad, I have to tell you something."

"Well go ahead Aims."

"I... I'm not really sure where to begin."

"It's about your crush on me, isn't it?"

"Wha-?" I breathed out, stunned.

"I knew all along."

"You... You knew."

"I couldn't say anything... I wanted you to find someone your age and maybe get over me." Dad said.

I was stunned, unable to say anything.

"But I've also been watching from up above, and I know that it's still bothering you."

"Yes... Yes it is."

"Well that's part of the reason I came back. To finally let you have what you wanted so you can move on."

"Seriously?"

"I saw you crying when you woke up this morning. I've been watching you the whole time."

"You should be relaxing in heaven." I said with a whisper.

"Aims." He began. "A father's work is never done. Even when we're dead, we're still looking out for our little boys and girls."

I began to think about what my father had just said a moment ago.

"Well be that as it may, we can't have sex. That would be incest. Wouldn't that get you in trouble up in heaven?"

"One thing they teach us up there is that love knows no bounds, even with family. I'd just be sharing and spreading the love I was fortunate to have when I was alive, and that which I have received in death... Besides, I'm in someone else's body who isn't really related to you. In what universe would that be incest?"

"Um..." He kind of had a point... I suppose. "This whole conversation is so weird."

"A little bit, yeah."

"So... What, were you wanting to talk about it?" I asked, dreading this conversation. I thought I would never had it when my father died.

I stopped on that thought for a moment, realizing that if I could bring him back by having this conversation, I would.

"It wouldn't have changed anything if you had told me." He said.

God, was he reading my mind?

"I'm your father, Aims. I always know what you're thinking."

I felt my face go a bit flush.

"However... I wanted to tell you that I was okay with it... And in some ways I felt the same way."

Did he really just say-?

"There were times when I wanted you too. But with the turbulence of your teenage years, I felt it wrong for me to add to that."

I could see where he was coming from with that. I was a mess back then.

"Hindsight is 20/20." I joked.

"And now look at you. You're doing fairly well for yourself. You've got a steady job and that house you wanted ever since you were a kid. The only thing you don't seem to have is someone else... Another heartbeat around."

I nodded slightly. My single nature wasn't for lack of trying, but the problem was that no one wanted a girl that came with emotional and mental baggage like I did.

I'd had boyfriends before, but as soon as I let my guard down and told them a few things about myself, they couldn't run out the door fast enough. And there I would be... alone once again.

"They didn't treat you right." Dad said.

"Stop that!" I said with a laugh.

"Although, I can tell you that Andrew here would treat you well."

"Dad, he's a bit young for me, don't you think?"

"Says the girl who wanted someone older than her."

"...Touché."

Dad smiled gently.

"He's a shy young man, Andrew. But beneath that shyness lurks someone who genuinely cares for and loves everyone he meets."

"But how could I break the ice with him? I'm quite sensual at times, and he's my best friend."

"Channel him through me to show him how sensual you can be."

I didn't hear that right. There was no way he didn't understand what I meant when I said sensual.

"Well how the hell am I supposed to do that? By having sex with you?"

"That's the answer exactly." Dad said.

I felt my entire face go flush. The idea of my father offering himself to me quickly started to make my pussy moisten.

"He would be nervous and would probably be afraid if you came onto him. And he's too much of a stupid gentleman to do it himself. So let me serve as the catalyst."

He walked over to me and hugged me tightly. Instantly I could feel the seed of desire growing inside me. All those welled up thoughts about my father and I... All the things we could do together came to the forefront of my mind.

Andrew, Dad, whatever this was, I wanted him badly. And I was going to have him.

I pushed Dad away and started pulling my hot pink dress off, revealing the purple bra that I wore here.

I then set about to undo my jeans and slide them down my body, revealing the hot pink panties I was wearing today. I'm not sure why I chose this same color... Maybe it was my father guiding my hand.

I stepped out of my pants and twirled around slightly, letting my Dad get a look at his adult daughter, clad only in her underwear.

"You like what you see Dad?" I asked nervously. In spite of myself, I was worried. Was this actually happening?

Thankfully Dad started to ease my nerves.

"Oh, yeah. I like what I see Aims."

He stepped closer to me and started to run his hands down my body, sending a warm sensation down my spine.

'If I'm dreaming, this would be a hell of a bad time to wake up.' I thought.

"I agree. Best not wake up now." Dad said.

'Okay funny guy. Let's see if you can catch this.'

I thought about him unclasping my bra and tossing it away.

Within seconds, his hands were on my back, doing exactly as I thought.

As he removed the bra, he threw it into a corner of the room.

I didn't need to think for what my father did next. He moved his hands to the front of my body and started massaging my breasts gently.

I thought of him "accidentally" brushing his hands over my nipples, which had always been very sensitive to the touch.

He of course did just that. But he then started to roll my nipples gently between his fingers.

I let out an involuntary gasp as I started to feel the first stirrings of pleasure.

I then turned my attention to my lower half and became acutely aware that my pussy was very wet.

"Do you want to see it?" I asked, knowing that my Dad could tell what I was thinking.

Dad's lips didn't move, yet I heard his voice in my head say "Yes."

Maybe I imagined it, maybe not... But it didn't matter as I slowly pulled down the only layer of fabric standing between me and my father. The hot pink panties had dampened, their color darkened in the very discernible wet spot where my pussy once was.

There I was, as I stepped out of my panties, completely naked for the man of my desire, the one I had gone without for so long. The one I had wanted for so long.

'The one I would finally have.' I thought as my father picked me up and put me on the bed.

My only protest was to sit up from the bed and unbutton his blue jeans, finding a bulge waiting to be let out.

I pulled the jeans down, taking his boxers along for the ride and...

Whoa.

It just occurred to me that I had never seen Andrew's cock before. I had seen his chest a few times when we were invited by some of the bigwigs to a private pool house and we swam together... I had always thought he was a good looking guy.

But his cock... His cock was huge!

"For how nice and good Andrew is, he is stupid in some aspects." my father began. "This is the secret that nerds often hid back in high school. They tend to have fairly large dicks... Ah, if only they were more outgoing."

"The cheerleaders would line up in front of them." I predicted.

"That they would. Although with Andrew in particular..." He trailed off.

I didn't know what he was saying until he sat down in front of me.

"Wha-?" Was he really about to do what I thought he was going to do.

In answer, I quickly started to feel a tongue on my pussy, a sensation that I had never felt before.

"Oh god." I said as another gasp escaped my lips.

I started to moan slightly as the tongue moved up to my clit and the owner of the tongue started flicking it around gently.

"That feels so good." I moaned.

His eyes looked up at me and I felt another shiver of pleasure move its way through my body.

Dad circled his tongue around my clit, making me moan in pleasure more.

The more he licked, the more I thought it was actually my Dad licking me, not him in Andrew's body, or Andrew himself playing some sort of really elaborate trick.

It got to be too much for me as I felt cum starting to leak out of me. I was so close now.

"Fuck Dad, you're gonna make me cum!" I moaned loudly, knowing that the words were being said to him no matter where he was.

Dad slipped his tongue down and darted it into my pussy, sending me over the edge with a loud squeal of ecstasy.

I started to come down from the rush, yet I could still feel my body trembling slightly. Now that I had my first taste of what I had wanted for so long, I wanted more.

"Now let's see what my Daddy has to feed me." I said in a seductive purr.

"What do you mean A-"

I cut Dad off by pulling him onto the bed and quickly moving my way down to his long, hard cock.

I smiled as I looked closer, finding the head already slick with precum.

I leaned down and kissed the head of this beautiful dick, desire burning in my mind.

I took my tongue out and scooped some of the precum up. Fuck, there was tons of the stuff.

I swallowed it quickly, only stopping to say "Yummy." before taking his dick into my mouth.

"Mmm!" I moaned as I felt the taste running through my mouth.

Dad gasped and groaned slightly as I started bobbing my head up and down the shaft of his cock, looking up at him with a look of pure lust on my face.

I increased my speed, emboldened by the moans and groans of pleasure I was causing him, knowing that at this moment, I was giving my Dad a blowjob.

What's more, seeing how much he was enjoying it drove me to make it more pleasurable for him, slipping my tongue around the shaft, memorizing the veins and spots that were more pleasurable until I finally hit a really good "sweet spot" that made him groan louder and louder.

As I felt Dad's beautiful cock throbbing and twitching in my mouth, I knew he was getting close.

So what was I to do? Go faster, bobbing my head and grabbing him so he couldn't pull away. He was going to cum in my mouth. I needed to swallow my Dad's cum.

Neither of us said anything, as if we both understood what I was doing and what I wanted.

As Dad threw his head back in a long groan, I knew I would get what I wanted.

One second later, I felt cum start shooting in my mouth. Jet after jet of the warm, fresh cream moving in my mouth and down my awaiting throat. I moaned softly, once again enjoying the taste as I felt Dad's cock pulsing in my mouth.

It was like nothing I had ever felt before, this feeling of pure lust and love. This desire I felt that made what I had felt for my ex-husband feel small by comparison. It might have helped the comparison that he turned out to be a cheating bastard... But that's neither here nor there.

As I swallowed the last of my Daddy's cum, I crawled back up to cuddle with him.

"Thank you Dad... This feels so real, like you're actually here." I whispered.

"I am. My spirit is in this body, and I'm always in your heart, aren't I?"

"Of course you are."

"I never left... I just moved locations. But right now, I'm more tangible."

Scanning him up and down, I saw that his cock was still as hard as ever.

"I can see that." I said coyly.

"Ah, the wonders of youth. All the better too, since I can't stay for much longer."

"What?" I gasped.

"There's a reason that what happened here with me and Andrew isn't public knowledge. A link like this can only last for so long."

"Well we'd better make the most of it then." I resolved as I quickly crawled up on top of my father. No way was I letting him leave without going all the way with him.

"Are you sure you want to do this Aims?" Dad asked.

In answer, I looked him straight in the eye as I lowered my pussy onto his cock, moaning as I felt him entering me.

My pussy gripped him, not wanting his cock to leave.

Dad groaned, evidently loving the feeling despite his talk.

I pushed deeper, feeling more and more of his cock enter me, inciting more and more moans from me.

I then started to bounce slowly on Dad, feeling his cock going in and out of me, twitching, throbbing.

I knew and felt nothing except how good it felt to finally have my Dad inside me. It didn't matter that it wasn't actually "his" cock belonging to "his" body. I knew that it simply was, as far as I was concerned.

"Oh god Amelia, this feels amazing!" Dad groaned out.

I started bouncing faster and harder, moaning out in agreement with my father.

Knowing Andrew himself was a virgin, or his body anyway, I didn't expect him to last long. Yet for the next 10 minutes, I kept bouncing up and down, feeling that cock throbbing more and more as he bucked his hips to go deeper inside me...

"I think I'm getting close Amelia." My dad warned.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill. I want your cum in me Dad."

As he kept bucking his hips up, I knew he wasn't going to deny me.

30 seconds later, my Dad came, flooding my pussy with cum.

I felt myself tremble as I had several mini-orgasms from the feeling of my father's cum inside me. Knowing that I had caused it, and was glad to have it.

I pulled off of his cock and relaxed on his chest, breathing heavily.

"Wow." I panted.

"You can say that again." he replied.

"Wow." I said again, almost jokingly, earning me a small laugh from him.

We laid there for a few more minutes until I felt him start to get colder.

"I have to go Amelia."

In spite of myself, and what had happened here, I felt a tear stream down my face.

"Don't go." I whispered.

"I have to. But just because I leave, doesn't mean I'm not with you any more."

He reached out and touched my chest, where my heart was.

"Don't try and look for me, or bring me back. Because I'm always right here. I'm always here with you."

"It's going to be hard, not having you around after this." I pointed out.

"Well, the fun doesn't necessarily have to stop just because I'm leaving."

"How do you mean?"

"When I was looking through Andrew's mind, I found out that he has an incest fetish."

My eyes widened. I had never known this about him, and I had known him for years.

"He's obviously not old enough to be your Dad. But he might feel comfortable with ageplay."

"But Andrew and I are just friends... How do I break the ice, if I'm going to at all?"

"Oh, you're going to want more, Aims. I know you... And that's why I helped, remember?"

"Just promise me you'll be good to him. He's looking for someone to love, not just a fuck buddy."

Andrew had been my best friend was so long, there was no question about that. But did my feelings about him being a good and attractive man mean more?

"I... I'm not sure... But I'll try."

"Good. You know you both have a lot to tell each other."

"And a lot of sex, I figure." I said with a grin.

Dad chuckled.

"Probably." He said in a distant voice.

"Sweetie, I'm leaving now. I love you, never forget that."

"I love you too." I whispered, another tear rolling down my face.

He closed his eyes and got colder and colder, until finally he started to warm up.

As he warmed up to a regular body temperature, he started to open his eyes... Not the brown eyes of my father... But the blue eyes of Andrew.

"Whoa Amelia! That was insane! I don't know what came over us, but that was amazing." Andrew said in his voice.

I paused for a moment, realizing that Andrew was back. Did he know what happened?

"Um... yeah, you were great." I said.

"Oh come on, Amelia. What you said wasn't just pillow talk. You really meant that, didn't you?"

I blushed, not knowing what he wanted me to say.

He rolled his eyes.

"Okay, fine. I'll say it."

"Amelia... I love you... I have for a while now."

I blushed more, realizing that I did indeed say 'I love you.' Not to Andrew though... but...

Then I thought of all that Andrew and I had shared. Work projects, lonely nights, drunk nights, a couple weekends now and then, that trip to the lake house... I really had grown to care about this man. And it slowly dawned on me that if he had ever told me that he finally had a girlfriend... I would have minded.

I nodded.

"I love you too Andrew."

He smiled, I returned the smile.

As we set about to start cuddling, I thought that I might as well tell him now.

"Andrew... Have I ever told you about how I came to want my father, sexually?"

His face brightened.

"No, no you have not."

"Oh, you like the idea of that story?"

"I... have an incest fetish." He said shyly.

"Oh." I said, like this was the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah."

"Well," I began. "It all started a few days after my 18th birthday when..."

And so I told him the story. A story that I hadn't told anyone else before, as I grew to realize that we had made our own little story here, despite him not actually being here.

What Andrew and I did afterward... That's another story.