Amusement Park

“Daddy, come on!” Brooklyn said, racing towards the line.

John couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm of his daughter. She had always been filled with energy, whether it be halloween trick or treating at the age of 5 or her rainy soccer games filled with grass stains and sweat.

But now she was a woman. Heading off to college soon. This could be the last outing they had as family before her eventual leave to adulthood.

“I’m coming, Princess,” John said. The smell of popcorn was in the air, and the noise coming from the multiple sections were deafening.

The family was at the local town fair, filled with rides, games, and lots of places to spend money.

“You better win me that bear.” Brooklyn pointed at a giant bear hanging from the ceiling. A water shooting game. John looked at the competition. Should be easy.

“Don’t overestimate your father’s skills,” Donna said. John grinned at his wife. Even after 20 years of marraige, she still knew how to tease. “He’s never won me anything like that.”

It was crowded today, with far too many people spending their summer days wasting money and eating junk food. John rolled his eyes at the large amounts of obese people in the crowd. They probably only ate junk food day in and day out.

Not that Brooklyn ever ate junk food. She was a soccer player, a track athlete, and an active gym-goer. She lived to be healthy and in shape. John smiled. His little princess might as well have been on a diet since the ripe age of ten.

And it was clear too. No matter how many times he looked, Brooklyn was constantly looking better. Her sharp blue eyes matched her mother’s, her long brown hair always smelled of lavender, and her body was always showing off in her tight clothing.

“That’s because you don’t make it worth it,” John said to his wife. “I’ll win it for our baby girl.” He and Donna had finally reached the line where Brooklyn was residing. He looked around. It would take a couple of minutes before they could play the carnival game.

“After this, can we go on the big ride? The Space Needle?” Brooklyn pointed at the biggest ride in the carnival.

The Space Needle was known for its thrashing up and down, hundreds of feet in the air. The ride lasted for ten minutes straight, and was probably the most popular ride in the fair. And yet, most people were too scared to go on it.

“That’s too tall for me,” Donna said.

John grinned at Brooklyn. “We can go, just the two of us. Your mother isn’t great with those bouncing rides.”

“That’s fine with me,” Brooklyn smiled. She turned around and started making her way down the crowded line.

John couldn’t help but look down at his daughter as she walked away. It was a hot day today, and she was wearing black tight legging shorts and a somewhat loose gray hoodie. Unfortunately, the hoodie blocked much of her form, but the leggings gave a small glimpse into the dedicated hours she put into her sports.

And that small glimpse was the only thing John needed. Her ass was firm in her shorts, bouncing along as she walked away. John could only imagine that ass pressed against his cock, bouncing up and down in hard slaps. His daughter’s moans as he spanked the warm and wet flesh, causing it to jiggle and thrash against him.

He had spanked his daughter only once before, when she was caught sneaking out of the house. And although she never snuck out again, John only wished it could happen again.

John quickly looked at his wife, not wanting to be caught staring at his own daughter. Fortunately, she wasn’t paying much attention to either of them.

John groaned as he walked forwards. He felt a bulge in his shorts. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten an erection from his own daughter. And if his past experiences could teach him anything, his buldge wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

The family was now at the front of the line, where they were greeted by the line operater of the game.

“I’m sorry folks,” she said. “But we can only offer one gun to each family. There’s too many people here.”

Donna sighed. “Well if thats the case, you two can go ahead. I’ll go get some food. I’m not really into these games anyways.” She leaned in. “It’s a waste of money, you know.”

“I know, mom,” Brooklyn said. “But it’s fun. Right, Daddy?”

John nodded. “Come on, it’s almost our turn.”

Donna left the game while the father daughter duo lined up to the game. It was the water gun game where they would have to shoot into a clown’s mouth to fill up a meter. Fastest person would win.

“How do you want to do this, Princess?”

“Here,” Brooklyn said. She grasped the gun with her small hands. “We can both shoot at the same time.” Taking her father’s hands, she surrounded her own.

John froze. His daughter’s hands were warm and soft, but that wasn’t what was on his mind. To put his hands on hers, Brooklyn had inadvertently pressed her father’s large erection against her tight ass.

And now John’s cock was pressed into the folds of his own daughter, the only thing separating their incest being their tight clothes.

“Are you ready, daddy?” she whispered. She turned back to her father, her face flushed and bright red. She clearly noticed something.

John stared into his daughter’s piercing blue eyes. Just like her mother’s. The feelings surrounding his cock overwhelemed him. The firmness of her ass. The tightness. The softness. And he couldn’t help himself. He pressed his cock further into his daughter’s ass crack.

Brooklyn gasped, biting her lip. She opened her mouth to say something.

Ding!

The starting bell ringed loudly, echoing throughout the carinval. Water started to shoot out of the guns. Brooklyn and John tried desperately to focus on aiming, but both could only think of what was happening hidden from everyone else.

“Daddy,” she whispered. “Is that-”

“I’m sorry, Princess,” John said. “I can’t help it.”

“I can feel it… it’s so big. Are you wearing your swim suit?”

John groaned. He had forgotten that he was wearing his swim suit, meaning that there was one less layer protecting their incestious deeds. One less layer between his throbbing cock and his daught’s juicy ass.

“Do you want to stop?” John could only smell her daughter’s lavendar shampoo.

Brooklyn shook her head. “I want to win that bear,” she trembled. She bit her red lips. “But I can’t focus on…”

“I know, Princess. I know.”

The two stood trembling for a couple of seconds, both gripping their hands together to aim. Their bodies were pressed together, and their sticky sweaty skin rubbed against each other. This was wrong.

And yet they couldn’t focus on anything else.

“We’ll have to-”

The guns suddenly stopped shooting with a sad squirt. Brooklyn sighed, sad that they had lost, but also sad that she could no longer press up against her father. She looked around, searching for the winner of the bear.

“Sorry folks,” the line operator said. “The machine seems to be broken. It’ll take around ten minutes to fix. You six,” she pointed to the people in the middle of the game, “will be up when it’s fixed. Come back in ten.”

The crowd of people waiting for the game all collectively groaned and started to walk away.

John slowly stepped away from his daughter. He missed the tightness of his daughter’s ass. The warmth of her body. The smell of lavendar. He could feel the precum slowly oozing out of of his buldging cock.

Brooklyn slowly glanced down, her face red and full of sweat. “I want to win that bear, Daddy. But your cock is so… how can we focus? How long does it take for… that to go away?”

“Twenty to thrity minutes, Princess. Espiecally if all I can think about is you.”

Brooklyn blushed. “Could you get mom to help you out?”

“She went to go get food. She could be anywhere.”

“Ugh. Daddy, you are making this really hard.” She leaned in forwards, biting her lip. “Can you deal with it yourself? There’s a family bathroom near here.”

John stared at his daughter. He loved her, and wanted her to be happy. If that meant doing this, well then… “Okay Princess. I’ll go deal with it. You wait here, okay?”

“I will, Daddy. Just hurry up, okay?”

John nodded, racing towards the family bathroom, trying to hide his massive erection from the random people at the fair. Opening the door to the bathroom, he walked in, enjoying the cool breeze from the hot summer day. He quickly locked the door. This would have to be quick.

A knock came from the door. “Daddy?” It was Brooklyn. “Can I come in?”

John opened the door, confused. Brooklyn walked in, closing the door behind her. “What happened to you staying there?”

She blushed. “I was just thinking, it would be hard for you to rub one out in a public bathroom. And since I got you hard, maybe I should help you out? I felt guilty, okay?”

“How exactly would you help me out?”

Brooklyn grinned. She slowly sauntered to her father, biting her lip. “I’ve never done this before. But I think I can make you happy.”

“No… no, no, no. We cannot have sex. That’s too wrong. You’re my daughter.”

Brooklyn raised her eyebrows. “I wasn’t going to fuck you, daddy. Just a little… hand stuff.”

John paused. He stared at his daughter’s firm body. “But that’s still wrong.”

“Shh… it’s okay, daddy.” She kneeled down, pulling down her father’s swim trunks and revealing his large cock. “Oh wow. I see why Mom loves you so much.”

“Brooklyn…”

She placed her warm hands on the cock, rubbing up and down every so slowly. She could feel the pre cum already, moisturizing the warm stick of meat that happened to belong to her father. Brooklyn bit her lip. This was the thing that made her. And now she was stroking it. Up and down. Up and down.

“How’s this, daddy?” She smiled up at him.

John stared at the sight of his own daugher stroking his cock. Her warm and soft hands surrounding his flesh. “It’s… wrong.”

Brooklyn grinned, leaning in slowly to give the cockhead a light kiss. “That better?”

John moaned. “No. Princess, please…”

He was interupted by the warm and wet sensation of his dick peircing into a hole. Although it wasn’t his daughter’s velvet pussy, John couldn’t help but gasp. His daughter’s mouth enveloped his cock, her tongue slurping and licking at every inch.