The next day was graduation day and an open house.
I recognized many of Gia’s high school classmates and met new friends. I watched Ruth interact with everyone with what I thought was an underlying sadness. Gia hadn’t yet found the job she wanted, but it was an eventuality, and she would be leaving Ruth to go out on her own.
She caught me looking at her and gave me a half smile and I smiled back. I grabbed a beer out of the cooler and wound down to the water’s edge where they had started a fire in the stone pit. I thought about how it just wasn’t the same anymore. I loved this place and never pictured myself anywhere else until the day I died.
But now it all seemed so unfamiliar to me.
I smiled, halfway listened to the conversation, and watched the flames reflect in the water. Sunset added more color to the never-ending surface ripples.
“I wondered what happened to you,” Gia said, winding down the path.
She sat in my lap again, her head on my shoulder. I think we both were starving for the closeness we missed all those years. The others cleared out and headed back up to the house for more food.
“You and Mom seem to be a little sad today.”
“Yeah, we do. Seeing our baby girl all grown up does that,” I smiled.
“But maybe more than that? Maybe you both had some thought that you’d discover old feelings for one another?”
“Maybe that too, Doctor Headshrinker,” I laughed.
“And did you?” she asked.
I wrapped my arms around her.
“Do I still have feelings for your mom?” She nodded. “I love her because she’s the other half that made you. Am I still in love with her, no.” I hesitated. “Are you disappointed?”
“I would have been shocked if you’d have said you did. What if mom has feelings for you still?”
“I’d feel bad about that, babe. Your mom needs to start a new chapter of her life since you’ll soon be going.”
“I feel the same way,” she said, wisely.
We cuddled and watched the fire die down to red-hot coals and smoldering desires, that I tamped down.
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The next day was a free day. I had planned to visit some old friends in the area that I hadn’t seen for years because tomorrow I would be flying back to California. Gia went off with friends and Ruth began cooking a favorite family meal for our last one together.
When I got back, Ruth had her spaghetti sauce on to simmer and everything ready for dinner later.
I poured us both a whiskey and we went to the balcony. She sat in the chair beside me, and we both looked out on the late afternoon activity on the water.
“There’s nothing left, is there.”
She made it a statement, not expecting an answer. Or maybe let me know where she stood. I don’t know.
Her hand dangled off the arm of the chair and I twined my fingers with hers. We sat like that for a while and didn’t talk. I allowed her a private cry by ignoring her soft sniffles.
I knew she was crying about more than us. Maybe not us at all.
After dinner, I excused myself early using the excuse of my flight tomorrow.
The atmosphere was heavy and there was no way, or no one, to fix it. It was what it was. The remnants of divorce were still painful.
I stripped down to my knit boxers and climbed under the covers, allowing the movie channel to choose for me because I wasn’t interested in watching anything really.
I must have dozed because I woke up to a soft knock on my door.
“C’mon in,” I said, my voice groggy with sleep.
Gia sidled through the door, closing it behind her. She wore sleep shorts and a T-shirt, baby blue with white hearts. As innocent as it could be. But her forty Ds jutted out, her t-shirt clung to her erect nipples and dropped off, baring her midriff from breast to waist.
Her shapely hips and ass filled out the shorts, turning everyday sleeping attire into something as arousing as a Playboy centerfold.
“Hi baby, what’re you doing up so late?”
She laughed softly. “It’s not that late, you just fell asleep watching movies.”
“Oh my, you’re right, I did!” I sat up and plumped pillows behind me.
“Brrr,” she shivered, pulling the covers back and jumping into bed with me.
“You’re cold?” She shivered in reply.
She stretched out next to me, her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her to warm her.
“What’re you watching?” she said, her attention turning to the television.
“I honestly don’t know. I was sleeping,” I laughed.
After a few minutes, it was obviously a romantic movie, not appropriate for us to watch with my daughter plastered against my side. Her breast pushed into me, the other was half on my chest. Her leg was between mine, her arm across my chest.
As the movie aroused us, our closeness became stimulating and hard to deny.
Her nipples hardened, and one pushed through the thin knit of her t-shirt into my side. She reached up to pull her blonde hair back over her shoulder, and that was all it took to pull her t-shirt up and expose her breast. Just that skin-on-skin closeness notched my libido up. The scenes in the movie were hot and wild and threw fuel on our flames.
She was easily aroused like her Mom and even more seductive.
“You should go.”
She threw her leg over me, trapping my cock under her soft thigh.
“Gia, this isn’t right,” I murmured.
She pushed up on her elbow, then up over me. Her breasts escaped the shirt and hung full and lush, the gumdrop pink nipples were hard and grazed my chest.
Her blonde hair fell around us like a private curtain. Her sultry aquamarine eyes searched my face. She dropped a bit and rubbed her nipples on the matte of curls, causing a silent gasp through her parted lips.
“Babe,” I said, my hands on her sides. She pressed her thigh higher between mine and pressed on my throbbing cock and I stifled a moan. “You have to know what you’re doing. We can never go back, Gia. This will change our relationship completely.”
She looked into my eyes as she came closer until her lips pressed against mine. The tip of her tongue teased my lips open, then swept inside to taste. She angled her head and we kissed passionately, notching the heat even higher between us.
I slid my hands up her sides to push her t-shirt over her head. I caressed and fondled each magnificent breast. Cotton candy nipples are plucked out even longer. She arched her back shoving the soft mounds into my hands. I palmed her nipples even harder.
She pushed up and knelt one knee between my thighs, the other outside. She held my hands over her tits. Her blonde hair streaked across her face wildly.
She tipped her head back and moaned when I kneaded her tits together, pinching the nipples together.
Gia slipped her shorts off one knee and then the other, baring her soft smooth pussy lips.
She bent over and began to kiss down my chest. The lower she got made me tremble as she moved down my stomach to the edge of my shorts.
My cock was tightly contained in my shorts and began to ache for freedom as she moved closer.
“Oh god, Gia,” I moaned, nearly past the point of no return. “You have to stop now.”
She would have to stop this. She would have to come to her senses and realize that she doesn’t want her Dad’s cock inside her. How wrong that would be.
I couldn’t do it. During the last few minutes, she went from my naïve innocent daughter to the woman I want to lock myself into.
She scraped her teeth across the flimsy thin knit that covered my cock. I moaned and my hips began to thrust of their own volition. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. It was out of my control. She had taken total control.
And she knew it.
She slid her hands under the legs of my shorts and curled her fingers around the elastic waist, slowly tugging it lower while she watched me under her lashes. My stomach rippled, quivering with arousal.
She eased the elastic lower until my cock pivoted up and flopped onto my stomach. She tossed them away, and knelt between my legs, taking my cock into her soft hand.
My breath hitched at her touch. My gorgeous daughter knelt as though at an altar between my thighs. She pushed up and ran her fingers between her legs, then gripped my cock with her cunt slick fingers. She rubbed her thumb on my drooling cockhead, then bent and licked the tip. I smelled her arousal.
The pleasure was so intense I had to fight to keep my eyes open. She was fixed on the seduction of me. Her Dad. She knew what she was doing, what she wanted, and where we were both going.
There was no stopping her and now, I didn’t want to.
Her blonde hair trailed across my thighs as she sucked it deep into her mouth. I moaned louder from the assault on my senses and my eyes slammed shut. I was so inflamed I was afraid I’d explode right then and there.
Her seduction was well thought out. She deep throated my cock until I grunted, so close to the edge, then she stopped.
She released my cock and went up on her knees, watching me as she moved each leg over my hip and hovered her sweet pussy over my throbbing dick.
“Oh Gia,” I whispered. “God how beautiful you are.”
She smiled and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples and teasing me. She ran her hands up and down her body, then between her thighs. Her head fell back, her hair streamed down over my thighs.
While I watched she brought herself to a low moaning shuddering orgasm. The steamy heat from her cunt on my cock was intense.
She smiled and held my cock, teasing it between her wet folds.
“I’m going to fuck you, Daddy. I’ve been waiting to feel you inside me. Deep inside me. I want to feel your hot seed flow through me.”
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