Sparkle Ch. 02

*all characters are 18 and above

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Blair couldn’t sleep that night. He lay wide awake staring at the ceiling with his fingers laced behind his head. Naia — only Naia — consumed his mind, refusing to leave him in peace.

Nothing would ever be the same.

He was overcome with vivid images of the monumental events that had transpired on the footpath along the cliffs earlier. If it weren’t for Naia’s tangy-sweet scent, he wouldn’t even be sure it had really happened. Yet he could still taste the sweetness of her supple mouth. He could still feel the wet silk of her excited young sex lips under the tips of his fingers.

He could still feel the roiling heat of her body’s core gripping the driving girth of his demanding cock.

The ride home from the reception had been dreamlike. Even though they’d barely talked, Blair had an instinctual feeling Naia had been feeling the same sense of being high he had. She’d snuggled cozily against him while he drove. They’d spoken softly of ordinary things — a movie they both wanted to see, what to have for breakfast the following day.

When they got back to the house, there was almost the feeling even the house wasn’t the same one they’d left earlier. It was as if they’d walked into a strange new environment and weren’t completely sure how everything fit together yet. Naia had seemed uncharacteristically shy in her father’s presence. Blair could see how much trouble she had holding eye contact.

“Well — um — I guess I’ll get ready for bed,” she’d said to the living room carpet.

When she turned for the stairway, Blair automatically caught her by the wrist before she had a chance to go up. He wasn’t thinking, only reacting, when he swept her into his arms and kissed her. She sighed and kissed him back just as eagerly. Blair couldn’t resist cupping her ass cheek through the fabric of her dress, feeling the taut firmness of her ripe, young flesh.

He wanted to explode all over again and take her down onto the staircase, but the strangely disoriented feeling kept a tight hold on him.

“Baby, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world,” he told her. “You know that, don’t you?”

She looked back at him with moist, sparkling eyes. “Yes, Daddy. I know.”

She finally turned to go upstairs, stopping halfway up to turn back while Blair stood there watching her. “You know I love you, too, don’t you, Daddy? Just the very same way?”

Blair could only nod. His throat felt plugged full of gravel. His blood felt hot, like it was rushing through his veins, and he wanted to follow her straight to her room and lie down with her to take everything she was willing to give over and over again. Yet as sure as they both were about their feelings and desire for each other, they were just as unsure about how it was all supposed to work, so Blair stayed at the foot of the stair and watched his beautiful daughter walk up the rest of the way.

He’d taken a shower before crawling into his bed alone. He felt a sadness come over him as he washed his daughter’s scent off his skin. Somehow, it had only seemed right her scent should cling to him permanently.

Now he lay wide awake, feeling every second take its sweet time dragging by. His baby girl was only down the hall in her own room, but it felt as if she were impossibly far away. It wasn’t right they should be anywhere but together now. Close enough to hold each other, to touch freely, to taste her mouth, to tell her everything he still had in his heart to tell her.

He heaved a deep breath and let his hand drift beneath the sheet, sliding down his naked body toward his cock. His hand covered the warm, tingling flesh, rubbing and stroking to encourage the pulsing swell of his meat. It was impossible to think of her in the supposedly traditional ways anymore. She was inextricably woven into the fabric of his love and desire. She might have been his daughter, but she was a vibrantly beautiful young woman, and he knew more surely than ever that she was wired so much the same way he was.

He had felt the force of her driving hunger in those electrifying moments when his cock had plumbed her slick tunnel. He’d felt every wave emanating from her core — her refusal to stop until they had crashed across the finish line together.

Suddenly, so many other moments of the recent past came into focus. The worn pairs of skimpy panties left behind on the bathroom floor for him to pick up out of curiosity, only to inflame his blood with the pungent scent his luscious Naia left behind. The way she swaggered onto his lap while he was watching television, wearing little nothing tank tops and panties.

He now suspected she’d been testing him all along, and he knew the frothy rush of his cum deep inside her pussy was the only answer she’d been after.

The notion slowly dawned on Blair that despite everything that had happened, he still didn’t even know what his mesmerizing daughter’s pussy looked like. More importantly, he had little more than a fleeting glimpse of how his baby tasted. His heart shivered with unquenchable need as he thought of the thousand things that suddenly seemed impossibly urgent to do with her.

Blair felt a sudden, monolithic ache overwhelm him. It wasn’t right for them to be lying in separate places, separate beds. Together, they would be more than two.

With a semi-hard cock that was steadily growing, he got up from his bed and padded softly down the hall toward Naia’s room. He had something important to tell her. He needed to say he loved her like no other in existence before the words exploded inside him. He needed to feel and taste the surface of her fine skin before the weight of his own need crushed him.

He pushed her door open and whispered “Baby?” into the darkened room. Silence was his only reply, so he said it again — louder. He finally reached for the light switch and flipped it on.

Naia’s bed was empty. The sheets were rumpled and tossed, but his precious baby girl wasn’t there. Obviously, she’d been having trouble sleeping, too, and maybe she was somewhere else in the house, though everything was quiet and still. If she’d left the house, he couldn’t imagine where she would have gone at that time of night.

Blair went to Naia’s bed and sat down. He leaned over and buried his face in her pillow, taking a long, deep breath and filling himself with the scent of her hair.

“Baby,” he sighed as he continually fondled his growing cock. “My one and only baby.”

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Naia padded down the hall stairs and into the kitchen. She couldn’t sleep. How long had she stood outside her father’s bedroom door, aching to go in but unsure if she should… if she could?

Nerves had hit her like an avalanche of butterflies and made the inside of her mouth bone dry. She needed water, hence why she found herself in the kitchen so late at night. Never before had she had such trouble sleeping. Thoughts roiled through her mind like a tornado set on tossing every perceivable thought and emotion at her with brutal force, throwing everything around and making such a jumbled mess in her head. And she in turn was set to tossing in her sheets.

She longed with everything inside her to go to her father, crawl into his bed and never leave it again, but something stopped her and Naia couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

From the moment they’d stepped from the car it seemed the surreal spell of contented lovers had been broken, crossing that threshold of father and daughter to lovers had seemed so natural out in nature. But now, faced with the reality of their reality, something awkward seemed to worm its way in. It was like tiptoeing on broken glass, the agonizing feeling of hope that you weren’t going to get cut, being countered with the equally dreadful thought of how much pain there was going to be when you finally did.

Perhaps that was the problem? Naia was scared. She was a smart girl. Things like this didn’t happen every day, at least not that she knew of. If the world… or their little part of it… found out; there would be repercussions.

Naia gulped down water like it could wash away all her fears, wishing that it could. But she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Like it or not, things had changed and now, now they both had to figure out how those changes were ‘really’ going to affect them.

Naia left her glass on the bench and padded silently into the lounge. She contemplated watching the telly for a while but thought better of it, knowing that the sound would wake her father if he was sleeping. And as bad as it made her feel, right now she needed a small moment alone to contemplate.

Naia had finally gotten what she wanted. Even though she’d never consciously admitted it to herself, there was no denying the intense sexual attraction she felt towards her father. These feelings had been so very confusing to begin with and Naia really did think there was something wrong with her. But then after a bit of study into the psychology of it all she found that her feelings weren’t uncommon and that had made her feel a little better.

Perhaps that knowledge had affected the way she’d acted as now thinking back on things Naia realized she really had been tempting her father for a long time. All her seemingly unconscious actions took on a whole new meaning for her. Leaving her worn panties lying about the bathroom for anyone — no not just anyone … for her father — to find, wearing skimpy clothing to the point of almost being naked and taking every opportunity she could possibly grab to snuggle, touch, hug or tease her father in some way had all been leading to this point in time.

Wasn’t this what she’d ultimately wanted?

Yes! Naia thought. So why then did she feel like this now?

Naia didn’t really know but she thought that the churning in her stomach must be more than simple nerves.

She heard the distinctive buzz of a text message on her father’s phone. He’d left it on the coffee table. Naia’s eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. It was just after midnight. Her lips pulled into a sneering quirk, one guess who that was at this hour.