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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country. All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM. ********************************************************************************** A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas. ********************************************************************************** At twenty-three years old, her life was not quite what she had expected it to be. Kennedy had always planned on studying the law and becoming a lawyer so she could try fix the broken system her father always complained about. Frank Kimble had been an office since before she was born, from walking the beat in his blue, right the way through to making the shortlist for the upcoming police chief position in his station. Right along side Frank was his twin brother, Gus, though Uncle Gus always wanted to be a detective as he was never cut out for being in charge of other people. Kennedy was an all-rounder, she still ran in the mornings, though she no longer competed in the cross-country races or marathons anymore. Now she just did it to stay in shape as her chosen career dictated sitting behind a desk for hours at a time, often pouring over boring and very dry legal documents. With her long brown hair done up in a ponytail, dressed in her usual attire, the young German Shepherd ran laps around the park until her legs began to burn. This was often the only form of stress relief she got, living at home with her father while she studied and did her articles was quite the social life killer. Not that she was looking to date anyone right now, not until she was established in her own career first at any rate. But it didn’t help that Frank had been steadily getting grouchier and pricklier as time wore on. It had been two years since his wife, Kennedy’s mother had passed on, but the old dog refused to date and as far as she knew, he wasn’t even friends with anyone of the opposite gender to even get close to getting the benefits either. Kennedy knew as soon as she got home, she would probably end up in another screaming match with her dad about some or other stupid shit, it was just how things went lately. Frank found fault in everything she did, she knew he was always at the verge of spitting out “that’s not how your mom would’ve done it” and she knew it. She wasn’t trying to be her mom; she could never live up to her. It didn’t make this any easier though, she knew Frank wanted to say it, but he always bit his tongue at the last second. “I wish mom was here, at least you’d get laid old man, then maybe you wouldn’t be so sour…” Kennedy mumbled to herself as she stopped at one of the park benches to do her cooldown stretches. As she stared at the faded and chipped green government issue paint, a strange idea came to mind. Random sayings that people often threw around, usually they were meant as minor motivations to just get a job done and stop procrastinating, but right now, they were giving Kennedy some rather strange ideas. “If you want a job done right, you might as well do it yourself” was one such thought, which made a strange sort of sense. She knew Frank was still devoted to his wife, her mom, so he would never date again and as such, he more than likely never would get laid again. So, if Frank wasn’t going to meet any women to solve his little pent-up problem, maybe she should help him with that. It wasn’t like she was attracted to her father or anything like that, it was just purely a transactional thing, perhaps selfish in a way because she simply could not take anymore fighting with him. That wasn’t how she wanted to spend her last years with the old man. So, Kennedy, in her usual methodical way began to plan and prepare for the special night. “What’s all this?” Frank grimaced when he got home late that following Friday evening, seeing the lavish spread his daughter had put out for him. “You’ve been working real hard lately, so I wanted to treat you” Kennedy offered with a smile. She had put a football game on the television, with a tv dinner tray resting beside her father’s lazy boy. Sitting upon the tray was a still steaming hot and juicy steak, with all the trimmings and completed by an ice-cold beer. “Are you in some sort of trouble? You know I’m just about to make chief, I can’t have you fucking this up for me…” He immediately began to growl and wrinkle his nose at his daughter. “Jeezus, dad” Kennedy sighed and put her head in her hands as she flopped down onto the sofa beside his seat. “I’m not in any sort of trouble, nothing is wrong, there’s no hidden meaning behind all this. I just wanted to do something nice for you…can you please not turn this into another fight?” she asked, finally turning to look up at him with those big beautiful brown eyes of hers. For a moment she saw it, the old Frank she used to look up to and adore. Something softened behind his eyes as he stared back at her, just for a moment. “Fine” was all he said, the moment those walls went back up. Not even a thank you or even a grunt of approval. Frank unclipped his badge and gun holster to place them on the small table on the other side of his chair from Kennedy before kicking off his shoes and flopping back into his chair. “There, see…not so bad now, is it?” Kennedy offered with a little smile as Frank took the first bite of his steak. Though this was not just any steak, it was exactly how her mom used to cook it for him. She called it the heart stopped, a nice thick piece of meat grilled in lots of butter and salt, with a sprig of herbs. Clearly Frank caught that too as soon as the bite of meat hit his tongue and all but melted. “You enjoy that while I go clean up the kitchen. I have a nice slice of cheesecake for desert after” she smiled as she leaned down to pat Frank’s closest forearm and give him a little peck on the cheek. Kennedy swore she could see a tear in the corner of his eye, but thought best not to mention it, instead she acted as if she had not seen it. For once, Frank sat in silence as he ate his dinner while watching the game. Kennedy made sure not to make too much noise in the kitchen as she cleaned up after her cooking spree, but it seemed worth it. Before she had even finished, Frank appeared beside her at the kitchen sink with his empty plate and a strange look on his face. “You know, for a moment there you almost looked like her from behind” his voice was soft, almost tender. It didn’t have the usual edge to it like it had the last couple of months. Again, Kennedy knew better than to point it out, instead she just smiled and gave a single wag of her tail as she took the plate from her father’s hands and added it to the already full sink. “Go sit back down, I’ll bring you a slice of cheesecake and some coffee soon” she said softly, to which her father just nodded and turned to head back into the living room. She felt him pause at the door, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately, he couldn’t bring himself to. Kennedy sighed, she knew she was playing a dangerous game here, but the more she thought about it, the more it just made sense. It was well into the second half of the game when she returned to the living room carrying a generous slice of cheesecake and her father’s mug, which was filled with his favourite blend of Kenyan dark roast coffee. Kennedy found the stuff too bitter for her palate, though she did like the smell of it when it was brewing at least. She sat on her seat beside her father in silence as he slowly ate his dessert in between sips of his coffee. It was the most content she had seen Frank in ages, or at least as close to it as he had gotten in quite some time. It didn’t take long before the old dog started to yawn and rub at his eyes, even though it wasn’t even after eight yet. “Looks like your bed is calling, been burning the candle at both ends a bit too much lately” Kennedy lightly teased as she reached out to give her dads closest hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I guess so…that and I haven’t been this relaxed in ages” Frank mumble between two yawns which served as bookends to his observation. “There should still be plenty of hot water, why don’t you grab a nice hot shower and climb into bed while I tidy up here?” Kennedy offered with a smile. “Alright, kiddo” Frank replied without the usual argument or even a modicum of resistance. “…and thanks…for tonight” he paused at the doorway to the hall leading to the bathroom and their bedrooms. “Don’t mention it” Kennedy replied with raised brows and a note of surprise. A few moments later she heard the shower going while she cleaned up the last few dishes and turned off the television and lights. By the time she was done, the shower had stopped and Frank was already in his bedroom. When she approached his door, she heard the soft sounds of her father’s steady and even breathing, even though he hadn’t turned his light off, he’d fallen fast asleep. “Good, now on to phase two” Kennedy muttered to herself. This was what she had been preparing for. She did feel a little bad about drugging her father, but she knew he wouldn’t have let her go through with her plan otherwise. The young German Shepherd slipped into her bedroom to get prepared, collecting the items she knew she would need and finally stripping down to just her underwear and a loose-fitting tee-shirt. The light in Frank Kimbles room was extinguished, the curtains drawn and the only source of light came from his bedside lap, which was now also covered with a red cloth to further dim the light. Also, the red glow seemed oddly fitting for what was about to happen, a strange sort of irony Kennedy thought to herself as she gently lifted her father’s arms up above his head. Slowly and carefully, she clicked his handcuffs into place around his wrists, before she moved down to do the same with his ankles, thankful for the wrought iron bedframe his folks had decided to purchase all those years ago. Though she doubted her mother ever would’ve guess it would be used for this purpose. “Good, he’s secure…” Kennedy thought to herself as she stared down at her father as he lay cuffed and spread eagled on his own bed. “Here goes nothing…” she thought, her right hand resting against his belly. He was just starting to get that dadbod physique she noticed, with her fingers brushing along his tummy so intimately, she could still feel his abs beneath the layer of pudge he’d started putting on. With a nervous swallow, her fingers trembled and shifted against his coarse fur as they shifted down lower, her nails briefly toying with the elastic waistband of his boxers before slipping beneath them. This was it, the point of no return, if she went an inch lower everything would change and there was no going back. She could already feel the heat of it, the warmth emanating from the thick bulge hidden beneath the black and white boxers about Franks waist. After another deep breath to calm herself and steel her nerves, Kennedy pushed forward and…grasped her father’s sheath. It was bigger than she expected, easily the biggest she had ever touched for sure. “Mmn, Sal…” the old dog groaned, clearly dreaming of his wife. Good, that would help, she thought. If he thought it was her mom, he likely wouldn’t have trouble getting hard, which meant she might not have to… ”Go on, suck it” Frank grumbled from his dream, though with how easily those words came from his lips, Kennedy had a feeling he’d said them pretty often to her mom. She knew what he was referring to as well, she could already feel the bare, slick heat of his cock as it began to slip free of its soft furred container. “Shit…” Kennedy thought, she knew this might happen and was prepared for it, or so she had thought. Now that she was basically being driven down this direction, she wasn’t so sure she could. With her free hand, Franks boxers were tugged down and out the way enough to fully expose him. There it was, her father’s crotch in all its glory, God he was big. Kennedy licked her suddenly dry lips as she watched the old dogs thick red rocket slowly and gradually swell in her hand. It was too slow, she thought, she needed this to get moving, so she was only doing this to help things along, or so she told herself. Kennedy leaned down and took a little sniff at her old man, at least he smelled clean, not bad actually, better than most of her previous partners at any rate. With her fingers wrapped about his sheath and slowly stroking it back and forth to stimulate him, her soft pink tongue reached out to give his tapered spade like tip a tentative little lick. Her tongue recoiled back into her mouth immediately, as if she’d just liked the hotplate on the oven, only this brought back her first taste of Frank. Again, she found he didn’t taste bad, didn’t taste like anything actually, just bare skin. She did it again, this time forcing her tongue to stay there a little longer, explore a little more of him. Before she knew it, her lips were starting to slide up and down the first couple of inches of her father’s cock. “God, I really hope mom isn’t watching me from Heaven right now” Kennedy thought to herself. Kennedy was almost clinical about the way she was doing things; she made sure not to go too deep down on the thick cock in her mouth, while her grasp on his shaft shifted to just behind his knot to squeeze her thumb and forefinger about the base. She knew most canines like the sensation as they said it sort of feels like a mating tie. Meanwhile, her other hand gently cupped and caressed her father’s balls in her palm, feeling just how big and heavy they were. She knew her father had had a vasectomy many years ago, so in a strange way it helped Kennedy not feel quite as guilty about what she was trying to do here. It wasn’t like she was actively killing millions of her unborn siblings or anything. Every so often, from up above, she would hear Frank groan out her mother’s name. Thankfully he was still fast asleep, probably thanks to the pills she’d mixed into his coffee. The bitter taste of the Kenyan dark roast had masked their taste rather well. “God, how long is he going to last?” Kennedy began to wonder after a few minutes of giving her old man head. Most guys she knew would’ve busted in the first minute or two of this treatment, but at most she was rewarded with a single meagre shot of salty precum against the back of her tongue. “Fuck it, guess we’re moving on to plan B” she thought, deciding to give her aching jaw a rest and slowly withdrawing her lips from his now glistening cock. “Luckily for you Frank, I know what you’re into…” Kennedy sighed and stared at the thick red shaft she was holding. Thankfully he wasn’t that tech savvy to know how to clear the browsing history on his phone like he had been on their home computer, which was far too clean and a dead giveaway he was at least looking at porn. Kennedy grabbed another item she had set down on the bedside table beside the lamp and opened the lid. She squeezed out a generous glob of the cool, clear gel and rubbed it between her palms to warm it up. Once she was sure it wouldn’t give him a cold shock, she grasped the still sleeping dogs cock and began to massage the water-based lubricant all over his length until every inch glistened beneath the pale red light. She had already applied some to herself earlier, but after seeing what she was working with, Kennedy thought it best to add a little bit more. With a final sigh of resignation, she shuffled about on the bed and straddled her father’s waist, her hands grasping just above his knees as she got into position. “Here goes nothing…” Kennedy mumbled to herself as she reached behind herself to grasp the thickness rubbing against her bare behind and guide him in. This was what she had been practicing for, she had seen all the searches on her father’s phone about women taking it up the ass. Briefly she wondered if he’d done this with her mother as she felt the hot, tapered tip of his cock find her tail hole. During her preparation for this encounter, Kennedy had rationalized that anal was probably the better option anyway, letting her father fuck her pussy seemed more wrong somehow. Doing it this way was not natural anyway, so in her mind it seemed less intimate, less wrong in a way. Being her first time with a real cock under her tail however, Kennedy was going extremely slowly as she adjusted to Frank’s girth. The toy she had bought to practice with was a decent chunk of rubber, but it still paled in comparison to the real thing she found. “Fuck…” she whimpered through clenched teeth and screwed shut eyes as she got to what she hoped was the halfway mark down on that cock. “S…Sal?” her father’s voice spoke behind her suddenly, this time it did not sound like he was dreaming. Shit, he thought she was her mom, this could turn out very very bad. “N…no…sorry” Kennedy huffed as she slowly turned to look back at her father over her shoulder. “K…Kennedy?” Frank half groaned, half mumbled in confusion. He hadn’t really noticed it until tonight, just how much his daughter looked like her mom, especially from behind. His mind was still rather foggy from the combination of being tired and being drugged, so it took him longer than it really should have to notice what was going on. As soon as he did though, he tried to sit up, but found his wrists were cuffed to the headboard of his bed and the same for his feet down below. “What the fuck is going on here?” Frank snapped, sounding almost panicked. “Sorry, Frank…but you really need to get laid” Kennedy huffed before she whimpered and sunk down another inch onto him. “Y…you weren’t dating anyone and I was getting tired of being your verbal punching bag, so…hnng…I decided to take care of matters myself” she continued. “Kennedy…stop, this is wrong” Frank tried to growl out, but the sensation of something so tight and hot sinking down over his cock was getting hard to ignore. He even tried to shut his eyes and look away, as if that would stop what was happening from being real. “Maybe, maybe not. I love you, dad, enough to do this for you” Kennedy replied as she lifted herself up a little from his length, only to sink back down slowly and take another inch. “Besides, I’ve seen your search history…I know this is what you’re into” she teased. “You’re my daughter…” Frank almost pleaded, his voice sounding strained and weak. “I know, I’m your daughter who loves you and only wants what’s best for you…right now, what’s best for you is relieving some of that stress you’ve been carrying around for so long…” she replied honestly as she met his gaze. “Just…just let me do this for you, okay…Daddy?” why the fuck did she call him Daddy? She hadn’t done that since before she was ten years old. Whatever, it seemed to work, she felt the way Frank’s cock throbbed just that little bit harder in her and spat another thick gob of precum up her back passage. Perhaps he was more kinky than she gave him credit for. “Please…” the bound old dog groaned, sounding like he was begging. Though only now, she wasn’t sure if he was begging her to stop or continue. His gaze had faltered, slipped from her own and was now very clearly staring down at here his cock vanished between his own daughters pert, round buttocks. Kennedy took his silence as compliance, so she began to move again. For some reason knowing her father was awake now and watching her do this was strangely exciting, when she dipped her fingers between her thighs and lightly brushed them along her slit, she was surprised to see just how turned on she was from all this. Even with the uncomfortable feeling of a thick cock under her tail, she had gotten excited enough to almost drip, apparently. “Don’t hold back, Daddy. You can cum whenever you want, I’m only doing this for you” she huffed back over her shoulder at him as she finally felt his knot press between and spread her cheeks as it kissed against her stretched little ring. Idly she traced her fingers over her taught tummy, Kennedy swore she could feel the outline of Frank’s cock inside her guts through her abdominal muscles. Frank didn’t reply to his daughters offer; he was fighting his own internal struggle just then. God, she looked so much like her mother from this angle it hurt. He could try pretend like it was his Sal riding him, but that wasn’t fair to Kennedy. But she was his daughter first, she shouldn’t be doing this with him. But the fact she was doing it and only because of how he had been behaving around her lately just made him feel even more guilty, for the fact she thought this was her only option to snap him out of whatever funk he was in. Then again, the fact she loved him enough, loved him so much to cross this boundary to help him, that made him feel like a terrible father, he never should have put her in that position in the first place. What was worst of all though, was just how fucking good she felt, even gritting his teeth and balling his hands into fists tight enough for his nails to draw blood from his palms wasn’t enough to stop him from feeling that pleasure. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of his little girl’s pert butt now slowly bouncing in his lap. He’d never noticed it before, but Kennedy really did have a great ass, maybe even better than her mothers. Sal’s was a perfect peach, but the one in his lap now was a more taut and perky version of that. That and she was so fucking tight, every time she clenched or squeezed down on his cock, it felt like she was trying to strangle him with her asshole. Frank could already feel a massive load starting to churn in his balls, balls which were now being gently fondled and squeezed as Kennedy toyed with them while she ground her ass down against his lap. Also, why the fuck did his cock lurch every time she called him Daddy? What the fuck was wrong with him, she was his little girl…then again, no. She wasn’t so little, the Kennedy straddling his lap and basking in the faint red glow of his beside lamp was a beautiful woman. He hadn’t seen it before, but she really was, so many similarities to her mom, but also so many differences. Her long brown hair, the soft tones of her black and tan coat, even the gentle curve of her narrow waist leading down to strong hips and thighs. Kennedy really was a stunner, just like her mother had been that first night he’d pulled her over and she’d gotten out of a speeding ticket by asking him out on a date. “Fuck…” Frank groaned and half laughed, suddenly realizing Sal had gotten him to break the law for a chance with her. Now here the product of that relationship was again breaking the law to help him again. The strange, twisted sort of irony was not lost on him. A sudden rush of euphoria overtook the old German Shepherd, enough to make his toes curl and a deep feral growl spill from his lips. “What…oh….oh, Daddy!” Kennedy groaned between heated pants when she felt the thick cock suddenly swell a little bit more before it began to pulse and throb hard, followed by hot jets of her father’s pent-up seed. It was a lot, more than she had guessed he would give. Kennedy stared down at her tummy, half expecting it to swell and expand like a water balloon with what she felt filling her guts, but it remained taut and flat. “Feel better?” She asked after a long and heavy silence, when she felt little to no more throbs and spurts inside herself. “I…don’t know how to answer that…” Frank replied honestly, though his tone was soft and gentle. Even the look in his eyes had softened. “I’m not undoing these cuffs until we have a talk…” Kennedy said softly, as she awkwardly turned around to face Frank, without dislodging herself from his lap. “Jeezus!” he snarled and grit his teeth as that tight little hole swivelled and turned about on his rather sensitive cock, “Oh, oops…sorry” she awkwardly laughed and shrugged her shoulders in apology. “Look, I live here too and I’m not a kid anymore…” Kennedy began. “Clearly…” Frank noted as he let his eyes roam along her body, down to between her thighs where he could now see his daughters very slick and puffy pussy, she was very clearly aroused. “Frank…I’m being serious” Kennedy chastised her father gently. “You need to treat me with more respect, you’re not the only one that lost her. I’m struggling too, you know” she said, feeling the tears forming in her eyes. “You can’t just shut me out, I need you still…just like you need me” her words came out harsher than expected, almost with a slight growl. But they were working though, she could see the guilt on his face as she spoke the truth neither of them wanted to face. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, but I was out of options. But if you’re not going to move on from mom and find someone else that makes you happy, then…let me do it, please…” it was her turn to almost beg. “Kenny…” Frank mumbled with a shocked look on his face, but his voice was silenced by her fingers on his lips. Her damp fingers, that smelled like…oh fuck she smelled so good. “Wait, let me just explain. I love you and you love me, so it’s not like we’re strangers or anything. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me, just how I’d never do anything to hurt you. But you can’t carry all of this on your own, you need an outlet before you give yourself a fucking heart-attack, Frank. So let me help, when you get too stressed or need to blow off some steam…let me help?” Kennedy asked with a direct stare into his eyes, letting him know she meant it. With a resigned sigh, Frank reluctantly agreed. How could he say no to her, as weird and as sinful as her request was, he knew Kennedy only wanted to help. He didn’t want to keep hurting her like he had apparently been, so if this was what it took to make her happy, then so be it. The room fell silent as their strange pact was sealed and Kennedy finally climbed off her father’s lap and began undoing the handcuffs and freeing her father. Instead of rushing off and hiding in shame, she climbed into bed and cuddled against his side, almost how she used to do when she was still small enough to sit in his lap and call him Daddy. Well, she could still sit in his lap and call him Daddy, apparently, just it was in a very different context now. “Love you, dad” Kennedy mumbled as she nuzzled against his shoulder and the side of his neck. Frank lay staring at the ceiling for a long moment, feeling his cock slowly soften and shrink back as it returned to its soft fuzzy holster. Soon enough Kennedy’s breathing settled into a soft and even pace, her warm breath tickling against his shoulder as she fell into a peaceful slumber surprisingly quickly. With a gentle kiss to her forehead, Frank closed his eyes and let slumber claim him too. ********************************************************************************** Frank was awoken by the smell of bacon frying on the stove and the sound of soft classic rock coming from the kitchen. With a big yawn he sat upright in bed and stretched, having had the best sleep he’d gotten in ages. Flashes of what had happened began to surface in his mind, at first, he thought it must have just been a very vivid dream, but when he turned to look, the handcuffs were still hanging from the headboard. “Oh fuck…” Frank groaned as he realized what had transpired. He’d fucked his daughter last night…no, that wasn’t true, she’d fucked him. He was the one bound to the bed as she…as she bounced on his cock. Dammit, he was getting hard again at just the thought, what was wrong with him! But then he remembered their brief conversation, what Kennedy had said to him and what he had agreed to. He hadn’t forced himself on her, she had wanted it, for both their sakes. Frank sighed and put on his boxers before making his way to the kitchen, where he found Kennedy dancing along to the music as she cooked them breakfast. At least she seemed happy, that was a good sign. But when she bent over to get something out of the cupboards, Frank spotted the remnants of his handiwork from last night. She was only wearing her oversized tee-shirt and no underwear apparently, which meant when she bent over and her tail lifted, it took the shirt with it. Beneath her tail, clear as day, was her little pink pucker. No, it wasn’t quite just pink, it was a little bit of angry red and he knew why, she still had the obvious signs of his cum matting her fur there and between her thighs a little. Last night was definitely not a dream. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Kennedy asked when she turned around and spotted Frank standing in the doorway with an obvious morning erection. Or what she had assumed was a morning erection, she knew most guys got those. In reality, the tent in her father’s boxers was purely because of her and he knew it, he just couldn’t or wouldn’t admit it to himself yet. “Uh…” Frank muttered, not sure how to answer his daughter as he looked from her down to his painfully obviously tented boxers. Normally he would’ve either darted from the room or grabbed something to cover himself, but after last night, that seemed like a rather silly thing to do. “Let’s have breakfast first, then I can help you with this. Okay, Daddy?” Kennedy sauntered over to say, as she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek while the hand not currently wielding a greasy spatula reached down to grope his bulge. Frank just nodded dumbly and gave a small groan from the grope. Frank stood motionless at in the doorway while Kennedy returned to cooking, his dick now fully hard in his boxers. As he watched her move through the kitchen, he couldn’t help but notice how happy she seemed. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed and happy he felt just then as well. As strange and as fucked up as last night was, it seemed to have been the right choice for them, so maybe things wouldn’t be so bad if he did let her ‘help’ him. Frank expected conversation to be awkward or at maybe even non-existent while they sat down at the table and ate together. Surprisingly, the conversation flowed far easier than it had in months, maybe even years. There were even spots of laughter in there, something that had been sorely lacking from both their lives lately. Even when they finished breakfast and the dishes were piled in the sink, Frank and Kennedy relocated to the living room to relax. Or at least that’s what he expected to happen, instead, she climbed into his lap with a mischievous smile at him. “Now, where were we?” she asked as she reached down to grope at the bulge in her father’s boxers. Frank didn’t resist this time, he didn’t even feel particularly guilty either, now that he thought about it. This felt normal, not quite natural, but it didn’t feel as awkward or as wrong as he expected it to feel. Whatever lingering feelings of doubt or shame he felt quickly vanished when Kennedy had her soft hands wrapped about his sheath and began to slowly stroke him to fullness. She wasn’t some random stranger, some floozy only fit for a one-night stand. When he looked up into her eyes as she stared back at him, he saw nothing but love and devotion in those deep brown pools of hers. Before he knew what he was doing, his right hand brushed across her cheek affectionately, moving his fingers back into her hair as he pulled her lips down against his. It wasn’t the kiss of a father and daughter, it was so much more, just like their new relationship. Frank groaned against Kennedy’s lips as he felt a familiar slick heat sink down onto his cock while their tongues danced against each other. Suddenly he felt the swell of a breast in his other hand, his fingers seeking out her curves of their own accord as old instincts took control. She felt good, she felt right in his touch and against his lips. When the kiss broke and he pulled back, she was staring at him, and thankfully there was no sign of doubt or regret in those eyes staring back. Kennedy pushed against Frank’s chest, making him lay back in his lazy boy, so she could lift her over sized tee-shirt up and off. There was no point in hiding her body from him now, he was balls deep in her…again. She almost blushed at the way his eyes devoured her, like he hadn’t ever seen a naked woman before. At least until his gaze lowered down to her thighs, or rather, where they were joined. “Wait…that’s not…” Frank began to mumble as he saw where he was currently buried in his daughter. “Yeah, sorry about that…” Kennedy laughed softly as she nodded back over her shoulder. “You’re a lot bigger than I thought, so my butt is a little too sore for another round right now, need some time to recover…” she huffed and slowly stirred her hips down against his lap. “Besides, you got the snip ages ago and I have an IUD anyway” she said plainly. “Oh, good point…and sorry about, you know…” Frank blushed as he apologized, even though it wasn’t his choice or fault really. “It was worth it” Kennedy replied simply, while her hands guided his to her breast as she leaned forward to kiss Frank again. She really did love him, maybe more than she had thought, which was perhaps why this didn’t feel wrong. If anything, she felt the closest to her dad than she had since before she got her adult teeth. “I love you, Daddy” she said unironically. “I love you too, baby girl” Frank replied. She knew he meant it too, the way he was looking at her, the tone of his voice, he was stripped bare. This was the man she remembered, the one who taught her how to ride a bike, who patched up her scrapes and bruises, taught her how to stand up for herself. It had been so long since she’d heard this softer, more gentle tone in his voice. Too long since he’d touched and held her so softly like this, she hadn’t realized just how much she had missed it. They fell into an easy rhythm, neither was in any rush to reach the end. It was Saturday morning after all, neither of them had plans to be anywhere but here, so they could take their time. A phone buzzed somewhere in one of the rooms, but they paid it no mind, they were too lost in the moment. Kennedy stared down into her father’s eyes as she began to ride him, God he was big, but he seemed to fit so perfectly within her, almost like a missing puzzle piece. His big strong hands explored every inch of her, as if he were trying to commit her every curve, dip and swell to memory. They both wore the same gentle grinning smile as they said so much without uttering a single word. In the space of less than twenty-four hours, they had gone from near estranged father and daughter to this, taboo lovers that were suddenly connecting on so many different levels. So, when Kennedy began to pant and breath heavier as her climax began to approach, when she groaned out a needy “knot me” against her father’s lips, Frank did just that. His hands firmly but gently grabbed about his daughter’s narrow waist as he started to roll his hips up against her, grinding his thick knot against her splayed little pussylips. “Yes, Daddieeee!” Kennedy cried out in pure ecstasy as his knot finally sunk behind her pouting folds and she tied with him. Frank didn’t think twice this time about holding back his climax, as soon as he felt that snugness slip over his knot and clench down tight around the very base of his cock, he let go. With Kennedy’s sweet and lewd little cry against his lips, his balls hitched up against his groin and began to twitch with every hot rope of his seed he emptied into his own daughter’s wonderfully tight and hot little cunt. The moment was perfect, their lips met as his fingers brushed up into her tousled hair again while his other arm wrapped about her waist and back to hold her against his chest in a gentle hug. “So…this is why you’re not answering your phone” a familiar voice suddenly said from behind Kennedy, which made her heart skip a beat and her blood run cold. “Gus, this isn’t what it looks like…” Frank stammered pathetically as he stared wide eyed at his twin brother standing in the middle of the living room and staring down at the two of them. “Really? Then what does it look like, because from where I’m standing, it sure as shit looks like you’re fucking your own daughter” Gus pointed out as he leaned forward and reached out to grab and lift Kennedy’s tail. “Tied her too, huh? No wonder you couldn’t get up and answer your phone” he muttered. “It…it’s not like that, Uncle Gus!” Kennedy snapped back at him. “I was just helping him relieve some stress…you know, because of…everything” she mumbled the last bit as she stared wide eyed at her uncle, feeling tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes. “Well shit, if this is just to relieve some stress, count me in” Gus laughed and reached out with his other hand to grope at his niece’s backside. “What?” Kennedy blurted out in surprise. “Look kid, I get it” her uncle continued on as he sat down on the sofa beside them. “He’s been a right arrogant and grumpy prick lately, frankly if I thought it would’ve helped, I’d have fucked him myself to cheer the asshole up” Gus laughed. “So, thanks for taking one for the team, kiddo” he said, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Wait, so you’re not going to tell on us?” Frank muttered in disbelief. “What would be the point, it’d just ruin both your lives and for what?” Gus said with a shrug of his shoulders. “You’re both consenting adults here, you’re not hurting anyone so…” again he shrugged and laughed. “Besides, if I had a daughter as smoking hot as Kennedy and who was willing to put out to help me, I guess I’d be in the same position as you are” that last bit came as quite the shock to both Kennedy and Frank, who both shared a knowing look. “So…if I were to extend the same offer to you like I did with my dad, you’d agree to keep this our secret?” Kennedy turned a bit more to look more directly at her uncle. “Wait, what offer?” Gus asked with a frown as he met his niece’s gaze. “She’s agreed to help me relieve my stress, whenever I need it” Frank offered meekly. “So…this isn’t a one-time thing between you two?” Gus asked curiously as he looked between his niece and his brother. “Well, no. Technically this is the second time” Kennedy clarified with a growing blush as she noticed her uncle starting to look her over with an almost hungry gaze now. “Damn, well okay then…” Gus chuckled as he reached out again to palm Kennedy’s backside, his fingers subtly and curiously slipping beneath her tail to test the waters. “Ah…not there, not yet at least. Still a little tender from last night” she admitted with a blush when she felt her uncle’s fingers gently tease at her still angry pucker. “You fucked her in the ass?” Gus asked with a laugh as he stared accusingly at his brother. “Well, no…not exactly, she…” Frank stammered and started to try explaining what had happened. “I handcuffed him to his bed and, well…you know” Kennedy offered with a sly smile and a growing blush. “Damn, kid. I never thought you’d have it in you” Gus laughed and gave her a firm pat on the behind. Thankfully the awkward situation had helped Frank’s knot got down faster than normal, so she was able to get herself unstuck after a few moments. “Why don’t you two talk while I go take a shower…” Kennedy said as she cupped a hand between her thighs in a poor attempt to stop her fathers cum from leaking out and dripping to the floor below. “Yeah, sure…” Gus replied with a grin as he clearly tried not to laugh at the situation. ********************************************************************************** Kennedy’s mind reeled at the situation she now found herself in, her father was one thing, but Uncle Gus too? She supposed it could be worse; she did love her uncle; he probably was the closest thing to a father figure beside Frank. They weren’t identical twins though, Gus was a little less trim and fit than her dad, he also had a darker coat too. But she supposed he was still handsome, not quite like Frank, but not far off. As she stood under the hot water and let it wash over her, her mind began to spin and reel. Was she doing the right thing here, should she call it quits before it got too out of control? What did this mean for her relationship with both her father and now uncle, what would it do to their relationship too. There were just so many unanswered questions, things could turn out badly so easily and so quickly. Strong arms suddenly wrapped about her waist from behind and a familiar calming presence pressed up against her back. Frank’s chin rested atop her head as he stood under the cascade of hot water and let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Gus?” Kennedy asked nervously, not sure if she wanted to know the answer or not. “He’ll be back tonight so we can have a proper discussion about all this. But for now, our secret is safe” Frank said softly, suddenly sounding very tired. “Good” was all Kennedy could muster as she stood, wrapped in her father’s embrace. “Look, we can stop this here and now. You don’t need to…” Frank began to say but was stopped mid-sentence when Kennedy laughed and bumped her butt back against him. “No, I want to” she heard herself say, which surprised even her. Slowly she turned around to face Frank, staring up at him as he brushed her wet hair from her face and back behind an ear. “Next to you, Gus is the closest thing I have to a father so…if I can help him the same way I’m helping you, it would be selfish of me not to.” “Kenny…” Frank muttered as he stared down at his daughter, just when he thought he knew her and had her figured out, she threw him another curveball. He didn’t think he could love her anymore than he already did, but the way she was so willing to sacrifice so much for him and now his brother too, he felt like the damned Grinch at Christmas with how it felt like his heart grew two sizes just then. “You’re amazing” Frank mumbled as he lifted her chin, his lips seeking hers out again for another tender kiss. They were no longer father and daughter, the kiss of lovers came far too easy for that, it had so easily replaced the chaste kiss of a father and daughter long ago. Their hands knew the play before their minds did too, already touching and exploring each other again before they had consciously decided to go another round. This time it was Frank who took the initiative, as he turned Kennedy around and pressed her up against the shower wall. He both heard and felt both his knees crack as he got down on his haunches behind her, one hand gripping and lifting his daughter’s tail, while the other grabbed one of her perfect perky buttocks and spread her rear to expose her. Without hesitation, Frank leaned in and began to clean his daughter, he could still taste traces of himself on her inner thighs and even between her lips as he tenderly licked and kissed every inch of her. Kennedy closed her eyes and let Frank do as he pleased, she still blushed at what he was doing, but she felt no shame this time. Instead, she just felt a growing need, a fire in the pit of her belly that slowly spread out to her extremities. By the time his tongue found her still aching little asshole, Kennedy’s hips were moving on their own accord as she pressed back and ground against her father’s snout. Frank dutifully lapped her clean, from clit to tail hole and everything in between. Even when every last trace of himself was removed, he kept going, until he heard that telling groan spill from her lips and the added slick warmth was over his probing tongue within her pussy. Like Cthulhu rising from the deeps, Frank slowly rose back to his feet behind his daughter. His terrible weapon at the ready, the hot and heavy length rubbed against Kennedy’s inner thigh then across her slit from behind as he lightly stirred his hips to tease himself against her. “Think I could get another serving of your cake?” Frank asked with a low playful growl. “Oh God, don’t ever say that again…please” Kennedy laughed at his attempted usage of young people speak. “Just for that I should say no” she growled back playfully at him. “You wouldn’t do that to your dear old dad, would you?” Frank teased back as he nuzzled against her ear and gave the most pitiful whine he could muster. “I’m just so tired and stressed, I’m not sure how much more I can take…” the old bastard joked as he stirred his cock between his daughter’s thighs. Even with the hot water still pouring like rain down over them, he could feel how hot and eager she was getting. “I’ve created a monster” Kennedy groaned and shook her head in disbelief. “Fine, but…be extra gentle, I’m still recovering here…” she hadn’t even finished her sentence before Frank quickly dashed from the shower to retrieve something. When she turned to look back over her shoulder as he returned, she saw the old horn dog grinning at her as he held aloft a small tub of petroleum jelly. “Going to need this and this one won’t wash away with the water” he pointed out as he retrieved a good sized dollop of the stuff on two of his fingers, which quickly made their way under her tail. He was surprisingly gentle about it, perhaps the advantage of his age, he wasn’t some horny teenager just wanting to get his rocks off and cramming himself inside her without preparation. Or perhaps it was also partly because he was her father first, he knew not to hurt her and would make every effort to protect against that. Either way, Kennedy found herself actually pressing her butt back onto his fingers as he worked her open. Last night was different because she was in control, but it seemed like she hadn’t really done a good job of taking it up the ass. The way Frank’s fingers gently rubbed, circled, teased and toyed with her, it just felt so good. She didn’t think she would ever think of anything to do with her butt as being good or pleasurable, but she was happily mistaken. By the time Frank finally added more lube to his cock and lined himself up with her now well prepared and greasy opening, Kennedy was eagerly pressing back onto him. But still he didn’t go too deep too fast, he even held her by the waist to make sure she didn’t overdo it. Frank was so slow and gentle that she found herself actually getting annoyed with it, but eventually she felt his knot press between her buttocks and spread her cheeks a little. “It didn’t hurt…” she mumbled in surprise. But it really didn’t, not like last time at any rate. It felt genuinely good, or at least she thought it did, until Frank started moving. “Ohfuck!” she heard herself groan as he pushed her hips a little forward and away from his own, while he pulled back an inch or two. The re-entry was slow, almost too slow, but it felt amazing, like she could feel every little bump and vein along his cock. It had no right to feel the way it did, but the more Frank moved and slowly fucked her like this, the louder Kennedy began to groan and the more she writhed between her father and the shower wall. She supposed she shouldn’t be that surprised, considering his search history, her father was a bit of a butt fiend, so it was only natural that he’d be so good at it. “I’m not going to knot you” Frank panted into her ear, just to reassure her. Kennedy thought that was an odd thing to say, but she quickly found out why he said it. Frank started to pull back further, only to buck back harder and faster, until he was almost fucking her through the damned shower wall. Before that moment, Kennedy never would have thought she would be the kind of woman who would love getting her butt pounded like this. But all those groans and needy curses sure as shit weren’t coming from Frank’s mouth. “Cumming…cumming…I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Kennedy heard a woman scream almost loud enough to make her ears ring. Holy shit, no, that was her screaming like that. It was almost like an out of body experience as she watched herself be pinned against the shower wall, with her father’s hips clapping against her behind as he fucked her hard and fast. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her entire body convulsed as she came harder than she ever had before. Frank wasn’t far behind her, his jaws clamping down on her shoulder in a mating bite as his hips gave a few last powerful thrusts and he obviously climaxed right along with her. When she finally returned to her body, she could still feel her father’s cock twitching and spurting inside her, filling her with another load of pent-up seed. By now the hot water was starting to run out, the shower was starting to cool just as their fires burned bright inside. “You fucking ruined me…” Kennedy panted and groaned back at Frank. “What?” he asked with a note of worry, quickly releasing the bite he’d had on her shoulder to brush her hair out the way and get a better look at her face. “You ruined me…normal sex isn’t going to feel that good again” she laughed between soft pants, her hand lifted and reached up to pat his cheek softly. “My ass will never be the same” Kennedy said with a little wiggle of her rump back against Frank’s hips. Frank just laughed and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight from behind as he rubbed his cheek against hers. “I’m not complaining, it’s a damned fine ass if you ask me” Frank rumbled, a content and happy growl lightly vibrating his chest against her back. “You would say that…butt fiend” Kennedy teased. Even though the water was starting to turn cold, she felt warm and content in his embrace. Perhaps the most comfortable with him she had been in forever, even with his cock hilted under her tail.