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Vicky wasn't the type to question the authenticity of her parents' support, but when they went above and beyond the call of seeing her dreams become a reality, she didn't take it for granted.

Even as a grown, successful woman, it still touched her heart when she was on the stage, playing her heart out and drawing the excited cheers of a crowd...and in the middle of that sea of people, there was an older gentleman just trying to keep up with them, smiling wide in a mirror of his daughter's heartfelt grin.

"I didn't think you were gonna be in town for this one," she confessed, as she stood just beyond the stage with Dan, leaning against him and nuzzling into his cheek despite the full brow of sweat that she'd worked up while performing. "If you'd given me a head's up, I would have made sure you had the VIP package from the start!"

Dan didn't mind the little bit of sweat from his daughter: he was simply glad to hold her in his arms again.

"In a venue like this, there's really not a bad seat to be had...and the last thing I'd want to do is embarrass my little girl in front of her adoring fans."

Vicky stuck out her tongue. "Pretty sure if I was worried about that, I wouldn't have let you guys know that I was touring out here in the first place."

The West Islanders were a successful band in their own right: not quite the indie darlings that they sought to be but not total strangers on the coffee house circuit, they were making enough money to keep all of the band members happy and fed, and at the end of the day, that wasn't a terrible way to live out their dreams.

Certain other perks, like one of the penthouse suites at a hotel downtown, were the kind that Vicky wasn't afraid to indulge in while she had the chance; she knew that fame and success in her industry could be fleeting things, and she wasn't going to be shy about enjoying both while she had them in her grasp.

"Since you did let us know...would fortune have it that you're free for me to treat you to dinner?" Dan offered, the tomcat smiling just at the prospect of getting to share a fancy meal with his daughter again.

Vicky's smile threatened to reach her ears. "I'm sure my bandmates would understand if I skipped whatever local pizza joint we were gonna order from tonight," she theorized. "I was in a mood for something a little more sit-down anyway."

"Sounds like you've got a place in mind?"

**

Right after the show, Vicky was still dressed in her stage clothes and still working off the little bit of sweat that stained them, but she had enough of a presence around her after the concert that she wasn't going to struggle to get a table anywhere she went.

Dan was dressed a bit more finely than that, picking a smooth, silky dress shirt of royal and a pair of black slacks for attending the show, but the pair looked like they could have been a couple as they sat across from each other at the small table, gazing at one another over the flicker of a candlelight.

"Trying to clean out your old man one last time?" Dan teased, having assumed the prices based on the décor of the restaurant, even before the menus arrived.

Vicky rolled her eyes, but giggled all the same. "Pretty sure we can both handle a meal like this from time to time," she claimed. "But if you're really that hard up for cash these days-

"You know I'm joking."

"Yes, and I'm playing along...but I'm also not gonna let you pay for my meal when you came all the way out here to see me."

"And I'm not gonna let you pay for my meal, because I'm your father and I'm trying to do something nice for you."

Once more, they shared a giggle over the candlelight, smiling through their banter and sharing the kind of rapport that only the closest of family members were lucky enough to share.

Vicky knew all sorts of horror stories of those families that didn't get along when the kids were younger, and they weren't lucky enough to have the renaissance of coming to appreciate each other's company as adults: she felt truly blessed that she and her father could still sit down alone and have a meal together with such comfortable and enjoyable conversation.

"You know what would be really nice of you, actually?"

She rarely asked Dan for anything, so the tomcat was cocking a brow genuinely at that. "I'm sure I could think of a lot of things, but you've got me curious, I'll admit. You about to ask me to drive you and your bandmates to the next town?"

"You're more than welcome to follow us around for as long as you like: I'm not above having my dad as a groupie," she teased. "But I don't need you to do that for me, no."

"Well, maybe I'll tag along to the next show," Dan offered. "I don't have all the time in the world to spare, but I've got enough for that, at least. What's the favor?"

Vicky would have been just fine with dancing around the topic for a bit longer if Dan would have allowed her to, but her father's gaze was at once comforting and piercing, as though he knew that she was struggling with a heavier topic.

"...Well...less a favor, yet," she suggested. "More a curiosity about dating."

"Still having trouble finding someone that can handle the touring lifestyle?"

"I'm starting to think that might not be the problem," Vicky admitted. "In fact, I don't know if anyone that I've dated has been the problem, as much as it's me."

Dan's smile faltered at bit at that, but he did his best to offer his daughter a comforting look. "I know I'm biased on the topic of my own flesh and blood, but anyone would be lucky to call you their own, Vicky. I really hope you aren't selling yourself that short just because you have some little things to work out about yourself."

"What if it's not a little thing?"

Vicky wasn't quite expecting her father to reach out and rest his paw on the back of her knuckles, but she was delighted to feel him comforting her in such a direct way.

She had hoped to ignore the subtle thrill that ran through her body at that delicate contact, but she knew she was going to be fighting the tingles through the entire conversation...and if it didn't go her way, she was going to have quite the problem to deal with at her hotel room later on.

"There's no rush to find the perfect person, or persons, to make your life feel more complete...and there's no wrong reason to give someone more of yourself, so long as you love them. As long as you remember that, you shouldn't be so worried about little flaws here and there...though I don't think you have any, sweetie."

"You did say that you were biased," Vicky reminded him. "The truth of the matter is that I just don't know for sure if I want to settle down with someone or not; it feels dishonest to pursue something deeper with another partner when I'm not sure that I want to settle down yet...if ever."

Dan gave his daughter's paw a subtle clutch. "If that's the case, there's certainly nothing wrong with that, dear. It's also no reason not to enjoy yourself in the moment...there's no use denying yourself the care and company of others, just because you don't know if you want that person around permanently or not."

"And here I was, thinking it should all be a lot more complicated than that," Vicky gazed aside as she tried to reconcile feeling rather silly at her overthinking the situation. "Guess I've still got a lot of growing up to do after all..."

"Sweetie? From one adult to another... most of us are just winging it every single day, not really sure what we want from the world, what we're doing in it, or what we'll be doing the next day," Dan confessed. "That's a reality that you need to be ready to accept sooner or later, and...maybe that time is right for you, because you are, quite frankly, all grown up."

In her early 20's, Vicky was learning exactly what her father had just mentioned, but hearing it from someone who always seemed to have everything figured out gave a new grounding to that piece of worldly advice.

It only added to the subtle attraction that she'd been harboring for him, but that didn't make it any easier for her to confess the same to him.

"So kind of you to notice," she turned her gaze back to her father, capturing a hint of her grin again. "It sounds like you couldn't help noticing a few of those changes, honestly."

Sitting just a little shorter than her father, it was only natural posture that left Dan looking at a lower angle to see her, but she was sure she felt the weight of his gaze tickling at her subtle, but entirely visible cleavage.

It was a gamble to call him on it, but it was the only one she had: if he didn't take the bait, she wasn't going to try fishing any longer.

"Old habits die hard, don't they?" he asked, looking flustered for the first time since he'd arrived. "I know...kind of in poor taste for me to do that with my own daughter, but even since the last time I saw you at home, it feels like you've grown up a little bit...and you were all grown up then to begin with."

"So you were ogling these just a bit, weren't you?" she teased, thinking that she'd gotten enough of a bite to tug on the line. "I was gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, daddy. I wonder what mom would say about that?"

As much as Vicky was nervous about taking the risk that she had, Dan was far more nervous to admit what Vicky's mother would have actually said about the idea of watching the two of them fool around; he wasn't sure if she was ready to hear that bombshell just yet.

"I'm sure she'd give me a slap on the wrist for it, but then again, she'd probably be stealing glances at you, too," he suggested. "You've really grown into quite the beautiful woman, Vicky."

"For all the kind things you say about me, you'd be shocked at how many guys are afraid to speak to me with that kind of confidence."

"A successful, attractive woman that's the lead singer of a band? I'm sure most guys would be intimidated by someone like that," Dan agreed. "Honestly, I'm starting to feel like I'm a little bit out of my league."

His chuckle was soft: not quite sincere enough to make it clear if he was joking or not.

Vicky liked that, but she was hoping for a more concrete response to her flirting...she'd come to realize that her father was too respectful a man to make that first move.

"You're about the only guy in the world that's in my league right now, if...if I'm being honest," she stammered, but tried to keep the resolve in her breath as she smiled behind the flickering candlelight. "At least, you're the only one I've really given any thought to as more than a fling..."

If Vicky knew what Dan had already been up to with her siblings, she would have thought his next reaction was a front.

In her limited knowledge, Dan's flustered response and nervous smile was exactly what she expected of him, after what she'd just confessed.

"Vicky, y-you...you're really sure about that, sweetie?"

"I think I am," she backpedaled slightly, but she wouldn't reel it in any further than that. "But just like a lot of other stuff that I'm not sure about, this...t-this is just a hunch, daddy...but it's one that I feel strongly enough about that I'm really tempted to ask you to come back to my hotel for more than a nightcap."

"If you're serious about this, I...I'd rather skip the nightcap, Vicky."

Her smile was timid, but confident, as she nodded. "Me too."

**

Any young couple would have been delighted to look down on the bustle of main street through a massive pair of windows, spanning from the middle of the wall almost to the ceiling of the penthouse suite.

The wide shape allowed for a range of different viewing points, as the hotel stood over the smaller buildings below, but the best part was the privacy offered by taking just one step back from the windows: no one would have been able to see the line that Vicky and Dan were crossing, as the former crawled toward the lap of the latter.

"You're sure you don't want to take things t-to the bed?" Dan asked, the tomcat doing his best not to stammer around his words: he wanted to seem confident in his decision, even when he was still bewildered by his daughter's approach. "Might be a bit easier on you..."

"This...t-this feels _right_to me," she claimed. "Can't really explain it, but if you don't think I should be denying myself the joys in life with people who might not be around, I'm...I'm not gonna deny them with people who I can trust to be around, daddy..."

The act feeling organic was important to both of them; Dan was willing to keep things on the long, plush chaise if that's where Vicky wanted to be, and the drag of her skirt over his lap gave way to the warmth of her crotch against his lap as she took a seat within it.

There was no chance for a verbal tease before lips were tasted and breath was stolen, and no resistance from the tomcat as his own daughter took the lead and held it. Her palms went flat against his chest and rested there, giving her the chance to push away if she were so inclined, but the feathery stroke of her tasty, smooth lips against his own wasn't held back by any sense of regret.

He wasn't going to trust a single kiss, but he found it hard to deny the continued, ticklish presses of her mouth upon his own, pushing with greater and greater intensity until he had no choice but to part his lips and grant her the more intimate taste she was after.

If you do this, I won't be able to resist you, Vicky...the same way I couldn't resist your mother...the same way I couldn't resist Sophie...if this is what you really want, I can't even hope to say no.

A single touch of tongues was all that they needed to break the final, already crumbling wall of resistance between them: Vicky allowed a subtle moan to move along the flat of her tongue as it pressed upon her father's own, imparting him with the tenderest vibration that her body could manage...

...And Dan took it in full stride, allowing his lips to press back and contain the incestuous kiss, as their tongues graced each other with a passionate, fiery dance.

I thought he was just going through the motions with me, but that...I felt that in the pit of my stomach...you're not just humoring me, are you, daddy?

Her initial doubts weren't completely wiped out, but they were fading faster and faster as his moans joined with hers in an appreciation for the softer, sweeter pleasures they could share together without permanently altering their relationship.

If they'd stopped there and simply chalked it up to a little loneliness on each of their parts, it would have been easy enough to look back on that night with a smile and a laugh at what they almost did.

Vicky blew right past that possibility when she eased back from the kiss, licked a sample of her father's spittle from the end of her own lips, and immediately tugged the soft, sheer tank top from her body, leaving only her brassier, her skirt, and her panties between herself and her father...and she hoped it would be far less than that, if he put his paws to good use.

"I was going to ask you for a greater show of enthusiasm," Dan teased, hoping to keep an air of playfulness about himself for as long as he could. "But this has already been more than I ever would have expected...and I know it's rude to ask for proof from a performer like yourself."

"You can ask for proof all you want, but you still look pretty bewildered," Vicky mentioned. She was doing all she could to keep the streak of confidence that he'd stirred awake within her, and hesitance was her worst enemy, right then. "If I do anything more, I'm worried your head might explode."

"I've never had that problem."

"Good to know, but even if you did, we...w-we wouldn't need to worry about that," she boldly claimed, assuming that they were going to take things all the way when she was only resting in his lap. "Let's just say that I can be something more than your daughter tonight, if you like...and asking for my best performance is _hardly_rude."

Dan thought over her statement before giving a very subtle nod, but his idle paws were quick to reach the black lace of her bra and the straps that held it together, revealing how quickly he could remove such a garment when the mood struck.

"Just don't ever stop being my daughter," he told her, "And don't ever let me make you do something that you don't want to do."

His paws were so delicate that Vicky's bra simply fell away from her breasts, landing on her father's stomach and revealing the subtle arousal of cute, perked nipples to him.

"...You can do anything you want to me tonight, daddy," she assured him. "But...I'd love it if we could start with the basics."

"I'm sure we can," he agreed. "Just depends on what you consider the basics."

Her crotch pressed down upon his lap so firmly that even through her panties and his dress slacks, Dan could feel the incredible heat, and just as importantly, the subtle moisture of her arousal against his growing bulge.

"Fuck me," Vicky whispered, still feeling the weight of the taboo on her words as she uttered them. "Deep...f-fast...like you've been waiting for this moment your whole life..."

As far as Dan was concerned, that was a step beyond the basics, but he'd always been the kind of father who wanted to be able to give his girls the world, and whatever they wanted from it.

If that was what she was after, he wouldn't object to the way that her claws nicked his dress shirt as she feverishly tugged and undid the buttons, all the way down to his waistline. He wouldn't begrudge the fact that she left a few marks on his belt as she tugged it free from his waist and left his bulge with just a little more freedom.

He couldn't have cared less about the subtle tear that her claws left in his boxers as she tried tugging them down, but it was only when Dan lifted his hips a little and guided her that she was able to slide the arrangement down far enough to let his bare backside rest against the couch, and his uncovered lap to sit before her with the final line of taboo daring her to cross it.

"You know I won't hold anything back from you, sweetie," Dan told her, and just as it was the case their entire lives together, he intended to be a man of his word to his daughter. "Just promise me you'll let me know if it's too much?"

His paws were trembling upon her slender tummy when they reached the hem of her skirt: she unclasped it from him and tossed it aside, but the thin, black panties underneath were so soaked with arousal that her petals were already starting to peek out around them.

Playing along with her eager nature, he only tugged that tiny, soaking band of cotton aside, letting her be the one to make that final decision, if she was going to.

"I don't t-think it'll ever be enough, daddy," she confessed, as she rolled forth into his lap once more, letting her bare, tender petals rub against the tip of a feline member. "When has once ever been enough for someone like me...?"

Knowing how the subtle greed in her attitude crept into other parts of her personality, Dan wasn't surprised to find that his daughter's sexual appetite carried the same voracious nature, but that knowledge didn't prepare him for the sheer, unbridled pleasure of her naked womanhood pushing down and engulfing the tip of his cock so effortlessly.

Through a thin glisten of natural arousal, he encountered the natural resistance of her tight, eager passage, but both parties were more than ready for that, as Vicky hesitated and Dan cupped her backside, letting her ease the rest of the way into place.

With every inch she took, Vicky's expression shifted, revealing how full her father's cock made her feel...until the subtle pap of her mound pressing on his crotch was the only sound in the room.

That silence told the story of a pair that knew they were crossing a line that they could never come back from, but the first, deep gasp of the daughter wasn't followed by a sound of regret, as much as one of disbelief.

"Fucking y-you feels...f-feels this good...and I've waited until j-just now to try it?" she asked, sucking in another full gasp of air, only to belt it back out in a moan that was laced with departing sexual frustration. "You're gonna t-turn me into a fucking hedonist, daddy..."

Paws that were only holding her smooth, taut rump for her comfort before clutched tight at the flesh and held it firm as Dan tried to bleed off some of the incredible sensations he felt: his daughter's passage was heavenly, and that first dip was already driving him up the wall.

"You'll fit in j-just fine with the rest of the family, then," he suggested, revealing more than he intended to with those words...but that night wasn't the time to dissect them. "Hopefully you get your fill from this evening...j-just in case we have to go a while without seeing each other again."

"What happened to following me to the next town?" she asked, resting her paws on his shoulders and pumping herself eagerly on his full, throbbing length. "You've gotta give me at least one..._nnf..._o-one more night of this before you head home!"

Not content to sit and let her do all of the work, Dan tugged his daughter's body close, feeling her breasts gently bounce against his chest with her every move...but they were truly jostled by the upward pump of his hips into her backside, as he met with her pace.

"Maybe I can s-swing that..."

"Maybe?" she asked, as she worked her inner muscles with a pleading grip.

The tomcat pumped that much harder into his deviant little hybrid and held her close, knowing she was going to get her way with him, no matter how he resisted.

"So m-much for maybe," he muttered, knowing he'd been caught. "I might follow you the rest of the way...across the f-fucking country...if it means I get to fuck my sweet, sexy little girl every night!"

Vicky's juices were already leaving a clue for the cleaning staff of what had occurred in the penthouse that night: the chaise was getting a fantastic workout, and a puddle of mingled juices continued to grow as their pace carried on, bringing fast, eager breaths out of both father and daughter.

"Glad you're putting t-that VIP access to...g-good use..." she tried to remain playful, as well, but her body was throwing itself at her father with reckless abandon, and his orgasmic throbbing pushed her over that edge, as well: inner muscles couldn't help their own fluttering as she came on his length, gracing his cock with a fresh host of feminine arousal. "But this is the b-best part of the show, so...d-daddy...?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Don't you dare pull out."

Hearing those words brought the first length of cum to spray within her passage before Dan ever could have hoped to move.

"And don't you dare stop...d-don't you stop until you've given me all of your love, sweetie..."

Claws pressed into Dan's shoulders as Vicky pounded his hips with the weight of her climax, forcing her womanhood onto his length over and over again and spilling the excess of his seed as she milked it right out of him...

...The light of the moon was just flooding into the windows when her body finally went still atop his own, sweating every bit as much as she had when she first stepped offstage to greet him.