Forbidden Dance Ch. 02

Author's Note:

This story could have gone in many directions and is a continuation to my father-daughter incest story "Forbidden Dance". I read your comments and listened to all of them. Thank you and I hope you appreciate this story. Please vote.





We had secured rooms in the hotel where the ballroom dance competition had been held. The suite we had gotten provided us a two bedroom apartment where the three of us could spend the rest of the weekend and recover from the competition. Mandy and I took the master bedroom, obviously, while Allie resigned to the smaller room in the east wing. I am hoping that Allie did not hear her mother and I in our muffled post-event lovemaking. It was difficult for me as well since thoughts of my beautiful daughter swirled in my head all through the act. But I had satisfied Mandy thoroughly enough to cause her immediate slumber in the king bad, while I stole away for the possible hope of seeing Allie again before the night ended.

I was rewarded with her silhouette sitting on the window sill, overlooking the traffic of the dead city. Her back was to me as I approached quietly.

"Can't sleep, hon?"

She turned slowly and gave me a sad smile. Allie shook her head and lifted a glass of wine she was finishing.

"Any left?"

Allie pointed to the table near the couch and I poured myself a glass and joined her near the ledge. My other hand went to brush her hair aside so I could get a better view of her profile and Allie moved away, evading my touch. "You okay?"

She shrugged. "I...I uh heard you and mom."

"Oh." I sat back on the back of the couch and looked at her, then down at my bare feet, then back at her again. "I suppose...we should talk about things."

She nodded and smiled sadly. "Yeah, I suppose we should talk about things, Dad."

We were being quiet, but I could hear the sadness or the contempt in her voice. Was it menace? I looked at her for a long time, collecting my thoughts, before blurting out something that would hurt her or hurt us, the family. What could be said, really? We had made love. I fucked my own daughter. We had made love after practicing so many intimate dances. We got caught up in the heat of the moment, having shared so many quiet nights alone, and consummated our attraction, our lust. We had fucked.

But was it so simple?

"Nothing will ever be simple again, Allie. You know that. Things are so complicated, so fucked up now, and there's no use trying to deny anything happened and we just move on like normal people."

"Are we normal, Dad? Are we a normal family now? And why aren't we normal now, Dad. Why aren't we?" Allie had tears now so I knew I could scratch out 'not wanting to hurt her' as a motive for this conversation. She was in pain. Hell, so was I? What were we to do? How could we go on from here? What next?

I was supposed to be the adult. I was supposed to be the parent. I was supposed to have all the answers.

"Is it simple to say we just got caught up in the moment? Is it too easy to just declare that we were living out what Frankie had taught us, the dancing, the intimacy, the closeness? We were just two bodies in unison, caught in the storm of emotions we unleashed. We danced well together and it was in no small part to our attraction. So there it is. We love each other and we were attracted. We succumbed to the forbidden. We gave in to lust and love."

Allie was shaking her head, still crying. "It's so easy for you to just rationalize the whole event, isn't it, Dad? I mean, you're the logical one and you're the sensible one. I'm just a frantic, emotional woman, right? I have feelings but I have to suppress them now because it's the right thing to do, the responsible thing, the sensible thing. I have to grow up. We did an adult thing and we have to live with that. We have to be adults and move on. Shake hands and move on. Is that what you're suggesting?"

I sighed a long breath. Then I took her into my arms and walked her to the couch. We sat close as I held her hands. The lights were off, but the city's lights and the moon shone through, giving the living area a romantic glow. I tilted her chin to face me.

"I really don't know what I want, Allie. I really don't know what I'm saying. God, this is all so fucked up and...well...confusing. I am just as confused as you are, maybe more so."

"It is fucked up," Allie agreed. "I offered to move back home from school and now I have to hear you and mom making love in the next room. How am I supposed to feel about that?"

I had no answer for this. I blinked at her, looked deeply into her loving eyes, and I was lost.

She said, "I want to be your little girl again. I want to be her little girl too. I want my parents back. I want normalcy back. I want to dance and play and grow up with my parents."

"I know, honey." My voice cracked.

"But I also know..." she continued, "that I want you too. I want what we had. I want what we shared. I know that is so fucking crazy and selfish and self-destructive, but I want it, dammit. I want you, Dad. And I don't want to share you either. Not even with her."

Her words enflamed me. I thought she was more full of regret and remorse, but a large part of her sadness was her desire for me. I pulled her to me and crushed her lips with mine. Our mouths wrestled and our tongues sparred for control.

"Oh God," I whispered harshly, both of our hands fumbling with the other's clothes. When her shirt was opened, I attacked her bountiful breasts. She let out a deep moan and my head shot up, looking around in the darkness. "Your mother..."

I picked Allie up and carried her to her bedroom. I shut the door and tore the rest of my pajamas off, watching her do the same. In seconds we were both naked and writhing on top of her bed.

She did not wait; she did not want to wait. "Oh God, Dad, I need you now. Don't bother. Just fuck me."

I took hold of my straining cock and pierced her yielding flesh. She muffled a groan and I moaned into her ear. Sinking all the way down into her tightness, I stifled a cry of release and held still. I wanted so badly to come already. Just filling her moist silkiness surrounding my cock in a vice grip was enough to send me over the edge.

We lay still except the frantic kissing. Our silent love was excruciatingly painful and delicious at the same time. We wanted to scream to the world and announce our love. But instead, we made quiet and hurried love, like two teenagers sneaking a good fuck while the parents were away.

I came violently inside of her, neither of us caring about consequences. We giggled and nibbled, kissed and licked, explored each other's secret spots, and promised love everlasting. Before long, I kissed her goodnight and promised that this would be just the beginning, that we would in fact continue on with our affair so long as she wanted to. She readily agreed and subsided to the fact that she would have to share me with her mother in secrecy.

In the weeks that followed, we were seldom apart. Mandy had marveled and delighted at our new found friendship and Allie and I took every opportunity to relive and relieve our passions for one another. We made love in her bedroom whenever Mandy went shopping or out with friends. We made love in the hot tub on our back porch. I began to skip work, call in sick, and spend long days and afternoons in her bed or my bed. We rented expensive hotel rooms and cheap motel rooms and signed in with so many different aliases that we lost count.

Of course, Allie had to keep up pretenses and had confessed to her mother that she needed to be on birth control pills. She dated sporadically, all simple one-night dates that ended with a chaste kiss and a broken promise to see each other again. Mandy could not have been more convinced.

We made love in the pantry and in the laundry room. We made love in the basement where the weights were kept. By the third month, I had fucked Allie in every room in the house and in every possible position. We were living a lovers' paradise.

And then, of course, as always, the other shoe dropped.

After four months of into our affair, I was to celebrate yet another birthday. I had asked for a simple event, just a few family and friends, a cookout by the pool. Mandy had planned the party and sent out the invitations and I was generally quite happy and content with life. I almost always sported a foolish grin and a wicked thought, and only one other person on the planet knew why.

My office assistant woke me from another reverie and announced that my wife was on the phone, holding. I thanked her and picked up the handset.

"Hey honey, what's up?"

A giggle and a seductive sigh told me that it was not Mandy, but Allie.

The smile crept back on my face. "You crazy minx, what are you doing?"

"I missed you. I wanted to say hi. So I disguised my voice and told Carol that I was your wife."

"Guess you fooled her. What are you doing today, Allie?"

"Oh nothing. Well, not much now." When I asked her what she meant, she said, "It's your birthday, Dad. I went shopping. I got you a nice gift."

"Awww, thanks, baby. You going to give it to me tomorrow at the party?"

"Nope."

"Nope? What do you mean nope? I want it. I want you to give it to me. It's my birthday party."

"Well, tomorrow is your birthday party," she corrected. "Today is your real day. And I want to give it to you now. It's pink and it's lacy and it's really sexy. I got it from Victoria's Secret and it can be our little secret too."

"Oh God," I whispered hoarsely into the phone, imagining just how delicious she would look in it. "Oh baby, you're driving me crazy. You need to stop. I'm at work."

"Well, Daddy-dearest, you don't have to be at work if you leave early. I'm wearing your gift right now and you can see it in me."

"Baby, it's only 11:00AM. I can't just—"

"You can if you want me. You can come rip this lacy, sexy, little thing off of me. Then you can have the rest of me."

"Jesus..." I groaned, shutting my eyes tightly and trying not to picture her in her lacy outfit. I couldn't stop the image of my tearing it off her nubile body and ravishing her in her girlie bed. "Jesus Christ."

"Don't you want your gift early, Daddy? Don't you want to see your little girl in her little outfit? Come and see, Daddy. Come to me." And then, the last straw. "Come inside of me," she whispered.

I said goodbye quickly and hung up the phone. "Carol! It's Friday and it's my birthday. I'm leaving early."

She smiled and winked at me as I rushed past her. "Have a great weekend, boss!"

I don't even remember the frantic drive home. Suffice it to say that I didn't care that I had parked crookedly in our driveway; I didn't care that I had flung the door so violently open that it nearly tore from its hinges; I ran up the stairs to Allie's bedroom so fast I nearly stumbled down and ended it all.

But I was rewarded with the vision of my dreams. I was in heaven and she was an angel propped up on cloud pillows. Allie wore a lacy, pink teddy, with matching pink stockings that ran up her milky thighs. Garters strapped to the tops of those stockings and onto a black and pink lacy garter belt adorned her nether regions and my shaft nearly burst out of my trousers at the site. Her glorious hair was fanned out, framing her angelic face and seductive smile. She giggled as I tore at my clothes and growled.

"Oh God, baby, it was worth it all." I dove onto her and with no fanfare or foreplay, began to attack her breasts and neck and face and body. My lips burned a trail of saliva as I hungrily devoured her, going down down down until I ripped her panties off. I told her in a husky voice to leave her garters and stockings on. "I want to fuck you with this on. I want to take you completely."

"Oh Daddy, yes! Please! Hurry! I need you!" she moaned, writhing in her bed. Her fingers interlaced through my hair and she urged me deeper into her core. I lapped up her juices and sucked in her quivering flesh. Her lips were tangy and moist, ready for my invasion.

My tongue darted in and out, swirled in circles, and my fingers on her clit made her shiver to a quick orgasm. She groaned and clutched at my hair, nearly bucking me off of her. I held on for dear life and continued to assault her body and her senses. I wanted to electrify her.

When her thrashing and screaming had somewhat subsided, I moved over her then, grasping my throbbing cock and pushing it to the opening of her juicy pussy. I slid home easily, reveling at the feel of her velvety tightness, and we both gasped from the union. It was as if this was all meant to be, like this was the most natural thing we should be doing. It was perfect and she was perfection.

"God, I love you, Allie. Oh God how I love you!" I groaned as I continued our forbidden dance.

"I love you too, Daddy. I love you. Now and forever."

We got into our familiar rhythm, yet one that I would never tire of. I ground into her, pounding hard at times, and gently at others. I gyrated my hips in circular motions, trying to eke out every last breath and fill her being through all its secret spots. I needed to possess her, all of her. I needed to know every secret curve, every nook and cranny, of her body. She was mine, all mine. We continued to declare our love and confess our desires, our commitments, our promise of life and love everlasting.

"Oh God, Daddy...you're so good. You feel so good inside of me. I need you always. Please say you'll always be with me."

"Oh yes, baby! I will! I love you! I will always be with you. Now and forever. I promise!"

"Oh Daddy..oh God! I need you completely. Come in me. Come in me. I want to get off the pill and have your baby! Please say yes. Please say you love me. Please say you'll give me a baby."

"Oh Allie! Oh God!" With that revelation, with that realization, I was pushed to greater heights of passion and love and no longer held back. I pounded into her harder and deeper than I ever had, using her body like a slut, making love to my daughter with all the lust and fervor of a crazed lover, a mad man.

"Oh yes, baby! I will fuck you and give you all of my love! I will make a baby with you! It will be our secret. It will be our secret love and no one will know but you and me...and eventually, our child. We will be a family together. We will have each other. Oh God!" And then I was coming, harder and stronger, shooting jets of my molten seed deep inside her fertile womb.

We were both crying out, gasping for air, thrashing about, in the throes of passion and elation.

And we never even heard the door open, not until we had completed our ritual.

As Allie and I turned our heads to see what the noise had been, our mouths dropped open, nearly mimicking their own surprises. There, standing beside and behind Mandy, my wife, was my brother and his family, Mandy's sister and her family, Mandy's mother, some aunts and uncles I couldn't actually see. They were all standing there, gasping, mouths agape, eyes bulged open. Wordless. Speechless. Shocked.

Does it matter how much they had seen or how much they had heard. No amount of explanation could have satisfied the curious mind.

I once had a high-paying job in the financial district. I once had a home with a loving wife. I had a handful of cars and some expensive hobbies. But now, all I had was a double wide in some white-trash neighborhood on the other side of town. I had a beer gut and a dirty wife-beater. I didn't even have cable t.v. But what I did have was Allie, barefoot and pregnant and cooking me a chicken pot pie in the microwave.

I smiled and my cock gave a familiar twitch. At least we had each other. At least we could continue our forbidden dance in peace.

The End

End Notes:

Come on, guys, you know it had to end this way, right? It was not the total tragedy of my other tales, but you have to admit it gave you a smile at the end. I'm right, aren't I?

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