Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

The girl felt her heart pace accelerate as her step-fathers hands slid up and down her hips. There were several reasons for it. One of the main ones was his proximity to her tattoo he would have been able to remove the thing sticking to her skin in one simple movement. The thought was frightening, especially when he seemed to be on the verge of accepting her request. The other reason, one she didnt quite understand, was the way he touched her. It somehow seemed different from the way he would usually touch her. The fatherly element was still there, yet it seemed like he was touching her that way because he enjoyed it. A testimony to the awkwardness of their position was the fact that from afar they looked like a stunning couple rather than a father and his daughter. However, the girls odd thoughts were interrupted by her fathers words about her telling him the entire truth without masking her lies. In a moment her mind filled with guilt, but thankfully just as she was about to tell her father about the tattoos he told her that she could go. Excitement instantly covered her expression, her eyes growing wide. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, she chirped, jumping slightly, her breasts bouncing up and down. She didnt realize just how hard she was making things for her step-father, nor did she notice the bulge in his trunks. It was most likely better that way, although she couldnt help but steal a glance at his impressive body, or even got lost in his eyes, she wasnt at a point where she would seriously consider an affair with her dad. Especially now that he gave her the answer. One in the morning was incredible, it took her a lot of begging to push her curfew to midnight, and now he was letting her stay out until one! Of course most of her friends didnt even have a curfew, yet she preferred to have one for some reason. It gave her something to fight about, argue, come up with reasons she enjoyed doing so. Not to mention it proved that her father cared about her safety, rather than simply spoiling her with gift and buying her affection. I love you so much, she exclaimed happily and jumped at him, her chest pressing up against his one tightly, her breasts squeezed between them. The embrace was however short and their lower bodies never touched, once again preventing her from uncovering the awkward truth. Stepping aside to let her father leave, she watched him hop out of the pool, those wonderfully sculpted muscles of his contracting and flexing. Her expression returned to a daze as she watched his firm rear and strong back, her lips half parted in a sensual, aroused expression. However, the moment he stood up, she blinked, hastily snapping out of it. Hm? She arched her eyebrows, considering his words. No, but I havent had dinner yet, she stated, leaning forward to swim around the pool quickly. She dove in to wet her hair and emerged once again, glancing at her father. Can we go inside and eat after? She called out, stepping out of the pool as well. Without waiting for her fathers answer, she picked up a towel and ran upstairs to her bedroom. She locked up the room and quickly took a shower, washing off the makeup from her tattoos. It was the fact that her father was inches from discovering them that put her off from swimming. She didnt want to risk it anymore. Right after the party she would come clean. He would probably just yell for a bit and punish her. The man never once in her life lifted a hand at her. It took the girl ten minutes to finish her shower, about as much to dry her impressive mane. She then quickly pulled on a tight black t-shirt without a bra underneath and a pair of short matching shorts that stated juicy on her rear. Letting her hair loosely fall about, she studied herself in the mirror, flashing herself a grin before going downstairs. For some reason she felt a compelling need to look her best whenever her father was around. Her nipples still stood out against the fabric of the shirt, yet this time it was mainly due to the AC blasting in the house. She loved the AC more than anything on days like that. Yawning softly, she walked into the kitchen, looking around. The girl knew how to cook she was fairly close with the staff of the house and they taught her many things when her step-father wasnt looking. For some reason she was certain that she would one day need to show off her house wife skills to him. The instances were mainly a sudden bankruptcy or a natural disaster that would block the way to their house while the domestics were away. Either way, she peered into the fridge, discovering that everything was ready and she only needed to warm things out. Letting out a soft sigh, she shook her head, somewhat disappointed by the fact that she wouldnt be able to pay back her father by at least cooking a nice dinner for him yet again. Oh, how thankful she was to him though. She was extremely nervous, too. It would have to happen tomorrow, her first time. She knew that she was ready, yet her stomach was filled with butterflies nonetheless. Pulling out the plate, she set it in the microwave and returned to the fridge to grab a carton of juice. Daddy, where are you? She called out, pulling out his plate just in case as well.