Emily Untethered Ch. 05

Finally, satisfied that they were both dry, she turned and headed for the door.

"Daddy?" she asked, turning and looking back at him.

"Yes, pumpkin?" he asked.

"I really liked showering with you. I think I might want to do it again tomorrow," she said with a smile.

He shook his head. "You know that's not a good idea."

"You're damn right it's not," she said, grinning playfully. She turned and walked naked back to her room.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday all seemed to follow the same schedule. She'd wake up, go and find him in the shower and join him. They'd wash and rinse each other, and by the end of the week it seemed like a normal thing. They still both got excited and turned on, but they kept it as platonic as possible. They'd started to talk about what was happening that particular day, or stuff they had to do, what he wanted for dinner and the like. She'd go make a healthy breakfast for the two of them and they'd head off to work and school. She'd get home, study, and then start on supper. After he cleaned up, he'd do some house work or stay in his office, and Emily would study again.

At bedtime, she'd come back downstairs and straddle him in their customary hug. The first few days were normal enough, though his hands always seemed to find her hips, and his cock would inevitably grow erect. She'd hug him until she'd gotten them both suitably aroused and then headed upstairs to masturbate. Friday got a little more heated than she'd intended, though. As she straddled him and began to lean forwards to hug him, he'd slipped out of his boxers, which wasn't odd, and slid behind her. She reached back to readjust him and slide his cock back into place, but kept it outside his boxers that time. Something in her made her want to push the boundaries a little more.

He groaned and looked up at her, his hands gently pulling at her hips. Her soft pussy was hugging around the iron hard flesh of his cock, his shaft nestled lovingly against it.

She groaned along with him and gyrated slowly against him as he pulled. "God, we've really gotta stop doing this," he groaned.

She smirked and leaned back, the movement sliding his erection out even more. "I'll stop when you make me," she said, smiling deviously.

He raised an eyebrow and then began to tickle her. She jumped a second and swatted his hands away. Settling back down in his lap, she smirked and leaned forwards.

"I love you," she said, kissing him on the lips. His eyes grew wide and he pulled her back a second.

"Emily," he said, starting to lift. She hadn't noticed that when she'd sat back down, his cock had pressed directly against her pussy, pushing her panties aside and nestling him against her soaked pussy.

She looked down and then back up, smiling deviously at him. His cock was still between them and wasn't inside her, but they were definitely not hugging platonically anymore. His erection was nestled snugly against her bare pussy lips, the tip of his cock in her sparse pubic hair.

He shook his head and pushed her off, almost as if he realized what they'd been doing all week.

"What the hell am I doing?" he asked. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen at all."

He stood and brushed her hands away as she tried to stop him.

"Daddy, stop," she pleaded.

He shook his head. "I can't do this to you, Emily,"

She sat back down as he disappeared upstairs. Sighing, she sat quietly for a few minutes before heading up to her room and falling into bed, frustration and anger welling up inside. She looked at the clock several times over the next hour, silently willing it to move faster. It didn't though, and she lay there in irritated silence for the next few hours. Finally, the sun began to shine through her window and she rose in silence. She crept downstairs and had breakfast, and then went back up and stayed in her room for awhile. Around 10, she grew tired of waiting and grabbed her phone and fired a text off to Dakota.

"Please tell me you can come over today. We're both getting very close to crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed," she sent.

A few minutes later, Emily's phone dinged. She hurriedly checked it, suddenly realizing that she was more desperate and nervous to see her friend than she'd thought.

"Maybe I should just stay away," Dakota sent. "God knows what you two will do to me when I do come over."

"God knows what we'll do to each other if you don't get over here," Emily replied. "Please come over."

Dakota sent her a smiley face and an "OMW" as well.

Emily smiled and finally felt safe enough to venture from her room, knowing that Dakota would be coming over. She tiptoed through the house, looking for her dad, and found him in the office.

"Hi Daddy," she said, opening the door. She saw him look up and gaze at her form. Swearing quietly to herself, she realized she was still in just panties and a bra. "Sorry," she said. "I honestly forgot I was in my skivvies."

"Mmmhmm," he muttered, tearing his eyes away and looking back down at the computer screen.

"Looking at my dirty pictures?" she asked, smiling playfully.

He sighed. "No, Emily."

She smirked and came over to him. "I'm just playing, lighten up. I just wanted to let you know that Dakota is coming over to visit. She's planning on helping us however she can."

He smiled and then caught himself. "I'm fine, sweetheart. I don't need her to do anything for me."

Emily leveled her eyes at him, raising her eyebrow. Coming around the desk, she pushed him back as his eyes went wide and straddled his knees, her legs wide as she sat down on him. His eyes immediately went to her cleavage before he squinted them shut.

"Honey, I'm fine unless you do things like this," he corrected.

"Daddy, you aren't fine. You need a release. I think you know what's going to happen if you don't get one. You either need to start jerking off on a regular basis, or you need to find a girlfriend. Until then, Dakota is happy to help." Emily lifted his chin with a single finger and looked at him pointedly.

He sighed and shook his head. "I don't think..."

"John Davis!" she said loudly, slightly irritated with him. "A hot nineteen year old girl, a redhead I might add, wants to come over and suck your dick! You're telling me you don't want her to?"

He sighed and tried to shift her off of his lap. "I have something called willpower, young lady. I don't need to try and get sexual favors from my daughter's friends."

"That's not what I asked," she said, leaning in closer and placing her cleavage close to his face. He had no choice but to look or close his eyes. "I asked if..."

"Of course I'd like to!" he said loudly. "That doesn't mean I should!"

Emily smirked and sat back a little. "You know I could have you right here and right now if I wanted. There's nothing you could do to stop me."

"Don't test me, Emily," he said, staring hard at her.

"Daddy," she said, standing and then sitting back on his desk in front of him, "all I'm saying is that you need to take advantage of the opportunities that are being afforded to you."

He shook his head. "I told you before, you don't need to worry about my sex life."

"Daddy, don't you get it?" she asked. "I'm having the same thoughts that you are. I had so many dirty dreams last night that I could barely sleep. If we keep denying ourselves a release, we're going to do something that we might regret with each other."

He closed his eyes, hearing it out loud and shook his head. "I would never, ever do that to you, Emily."

She bit her lip and nodded. "I know you'd never hurt me, Daddy. I just don't know that I've ever wanted something so much and been denied it before."

Saying it out loud actually seemed to help and she immediately began to feel better. She stood without saying anything else and walked to the door. Stopping there, she opened it and turned back to look at him.

"Just think about it," she said. "Dakota wants this just as much as I want her to help you. She said she finds you sexy, for an older guy."

He sighed again and shook his head. "Thank you, Emily."

She smiled and went to the bathroom. As she stepped in, she turned the cold water way down and relished in the hot water as it scalded her skin. The tingling burn felt like needed punishment as she began to groom herself. She shaved her legs and then around her sex and armpits.

The hot water felt incredible, almost necessary. She couldn't help but wonder why she was doing this to her father. He was right, most of the time. She shouldn't be worried about his sex life. He was a grown man and was more than capable of handling things himself. When she was going over things that happened in her room, away from him, she was clearheaded. The moment she got around him, things seemed to change. She couldn't help herself when she started to torment him. Even when it was happening, in her mind she was asking herself why she was doing such things.

Dakota was a godsend, she knew. The thought of what might have happened between them had she not been around sent a shiver down her body. She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting the hot stream of water pulse against her pussy. She moaned softly and realized the thought of something illicit happening between her and her father was turning her on. She immediately felt shame, but couldn't stop herself as she began to rub her clit. The doorbell rang then, and she swore quietly. She heard her dad's footsteps pounding down the stairs and quickly started to get out of the shower.

Quickly drying herself, she wrapped the towel around her body and called down that she'd be right there.

She quickly went to get dressed and pulled on a long shirt. She looked down into the drawer that held her panties and bras and considered which to wear. Something stopped her though, and she smiled quietly as she slid the drawer closed.

Padding quietly downstairs, she smiled when she saw Dakota and her dad talking quietly in the den.

"Hey stranger," her dad said, smiling and turning as she approached. She smiled sweetly and went to hug her friend.

"Thanks for coming over," Emily said, smiling and heading over to sit next to her. Her dad stood then and smiled.

"I'll leave you two alone," he said.

"You don't have to leave," Dakota said, smiling at him. He waved a hand dismissively though, and muttered something about having work to do.

Turning and watching as he disappeared up the stairs, Emily sighed and turned back around to Dakota.

"How are you?" she asked, looking at the redhead.

"I'm great," Dakota answered, smiling. "You two look pretty wound-up though. Rough night?"

"Rough week," Emily said. They dissolved into conversation, Emily doing most of the talking. She told her about absolutely everything that had happened the last week and the last couple of nights. She described the sexual tension and how she couldn't stop herself from pushing her father's buttons.

Dakota listened quietly, nodding and speaking hesitantly when she could. Finally, Emily fell silent and looked at her, a little sad.

"You don't have to feel like a freak, Em," Dakota said. "I've done a little research. More than a few girls have fantasies about their fathers, it turns out. It's actually not that uncommon."

Emily's face scrunched up in doubt.

"I mean it," Dakota said. "I mean, it's not everyone, but more than a few do. I'd say that it's only normal for you two, given your current circumstances."

"You've got no idea how difficult it's been not to just go in there and jump on him," she admitted, sighing.

Dakota giggled. "So, would you like to go upstairs and fuck?" she asked, leaning over and running a finger along Emily's breast.

She groaned and nodded, but stopped her. "I think you might need to take care of Daddy first," she said. "We're just going to make a lot of noise and get him even more worked up."

Dakota grinned. "I'm not just stopping at a blowjob, though."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "You really want Daddy to be your first?"

Dakota grinned and chewed at her bottom lip, nodding after sitting quietly for a few seconds. "I really love the size of his dick, and I love how he reacts to me. It's such a turn-on."

Emily was quiet for a few seconds, thinking. Eventually, she smiled widely at Dakota. "I'm glad!" she said, grinning widely. "You might need to seduce him though."

Dakota nodded. "What do you think about teasing him for most of the day, and then I can fuck him tonight, and then I'll take care of you before I leave for home."

Emily smiled. "You're such a little tramp," she said, grinning and leaning forwards for a kiss.

The redhead's warm lips pressed into Emily's and both girls moaned softly. Smiling, they broke the embrace and sat back.

Dakota looked around in thought for a second, and then looked at the backyard. "We could go lay out naked at the pool."

Emily smiled. "That sounds great!" She stood and led the redhead to the back door. Exiting, she walked over to the lounge chair and stripped off the long shirt, revealing to her friend that she'd been nude underneath.

Dakota snickered as she removed her own clothes. "Now who's the tramp?"

The blonde smiled and shrugged as the two got comfortable on the loungers.

Dakota turned and looked at Emily then, a smile crossing her face. "I think we should spend the rest of the day nude, even around your dad."

Emily grinned, nodding in agreement. "That's a great idea."

"Also, maybe we can talk about California a little," she said.

Emily looked over at her, confused. "Why?"

Dakota smirked. "What started all this?"

She nodded, understanding. "My stories... right."

Dakota nodded. "Precisely. I'll get you to tell us one of your juicy sex stories from back in California, and you get to turn your dad on. Then I'll ask him if he will take me upstairs."

Emily grinned. "When you get done, bring that sexy little ass back to me. No falling asleep in my dad's bed!"

Dakota giggled and turned back over.

Emily stood for a second and walked over to the back door. Retrieving two pairs of sunglasses and the sunscreen, she walked back over and handed a pair to Dakota before sitting back down.

*****

John

He knew something had changed in him, and he wasn't sure that it was for the better. All of his dreams of late had been about Dakota, or more disturbingly, Emily. He'd obviously enjoyed having the young redhead suck him off, but he'd felt very guilty about it. Sure, he'd told Emily otherwise, but knew he shouldn't worry her with his problems and regrets. Afterwards, it seemed like a switch had been flipped in his head. Part of him knew that it was wrong, but another, much larger part wanted to have the redhead again.

His daughter certainly wasn't helping things, that was for sure. She was gorgeous enough, he was secure enough to admit, but the way she was always prancing around in her underwear, and how she had taken to hugging him now, were all serving to torment him and turn him on even more. The little tease even said she liked how men responded to her. Well, he was a man, and he was certainly responding to her.

The reactions between them had gotten so much more inappropriate and exciting lately, not to mention how she'd taken to showering with him. He'd been too stunned and terrified that his dick would get plans of its own the first time she'd jumped in with him. Then, it was like all of his cares had melted away and he was just taking a shower with a beautiful young woman.

He shook his head as he sat at his desk, futilely trying to work. He knew the two minxes would definitely try something to get him aroused.

The situation with his daughter should definitely be bothering him, he knew. It just... wasn't bothering him all that much for some reason. He still went through the motions of protesting her actions, as a father should, but what he did know was that he was happy, and it was because of her. She'd come back from California a different woman. She was more confident, much more knowledgeable about sex. Hell, according to her, even her breasts were bigger!

Sighing, he rubbed his temples and then stood, peering out the window. The girls were nude, of course, and in the process of getting situated on the lounge chairs. He shook his head and watched for a few seconds before heading back to his desk.

What he did know was that Christine, that fucking cunt, had crushed him harder than anyone should be allowed to. He'd been so low for those months that he'd been alone, and then his world had been changed by this incredible woman that had entered it again. Emily had come home and had breathed new life into him. Of course, she was being a little aggressive and inappropriate at times, but who could blame her with what she'd been through?

He'd been able to admit to himself that he'd liked how it felt. That was a big step in the process for him. His daughter was a sexual being, and he was definitely attracted to her. He remembered feeling like a complete shit the first time that he realized it. It had been in the kitchen, when they were making the frozen pizza and she'd touched his cock, pushing it between her thighs so she could hug him closer. He'd fought so hard not to just grab her and kiss her right there.

"I'm attracted to my own daughter..." he'd realized.

She could certainly get his motor running though, that was for sure! When they hugged in the evenings, he'd gotten to where he could barely control his hands from pulling her hips and that soft pussy across the tip of his apparently ever-present erection. The way her soft lips caressed the stiff shaft when she sat on him was amazing. He'd never wanted to fuck someone so much in his life. She never once showed an ounce of regret when they misbehaved, though. He was relatively sure that she would be okay with whatever happened between the two of them.

He thought about all the experiences he didn't know about in California, and how much he wanted to hear more about them, now that the threshold had been crossed and how much closer they'd seemed to have gotten.

He stood and walked over to the window for the second time, unable to concentrate on what he was doing. He sighed in frustration and peered out. Dakota was rubbing suntan lotion on his daughter, and was glancing every once in awhile up at him. He'd watched Emily do the same for the redhead a few minutes ago and still felt like a pervert. He swore quietly and then had a thought.

They were clearly doing this to set him off. He was a grown man though, he had willpower. Maybe he ought to teach these two a lesson in the matter. He chuckled at himself, knowing he'd cave to his obvious desires before he'd be able to teach them a thing.

He opened the curtains further and saw Dakota look up at him and wave playfully. He waved back. A devious idea hit him then and he opened the window. Smiling, he leaned out and waved as Emily and Dakota both looked up.

"Dirty old man," Emily called, smiling at him.

"Just getting some fresh air!" he protested playfully.

"Sure," Dakota said, laying back down. He smiled and turned back to sit at his desk. Rolling back in his chair, he could easily peer out and still see the two. He turned back and then saw the webcam sitting on the edge of his desk, unused since he'd originally bought it to keep up with Emily in California. Smiling, he quietly plugged it in and pulled the cord over to the window sill. Setting it down, he angled it towards the pool and peered out. The two girls were looking up at him curiously.

"Just keeping tabs on you," he said, waving.

"Dirty old man," they both said in unison. He laughed and turned back, clicking the program on and smiling as the two came into view.

The webcam was nice, and the picture was clear, but they were decently far away. Still, it was just like looking out of his window. He smiled and put the image on his second monitor. He glanced at it every so often, looking at the two nude young women and then back at his work. Every so often one of them would speak to the other and they would move. That was when he had trouble concentrating. He loved watching as they moved, skin shifting over their muscles, breasts swaying back and forth. Women could be so incredibly sexy when they weren't even trying to be.