The symptoms worsen, the father and daughter suffer equally and quarantine only makes the situation worse, this is part 2 (of 3) of Incestvirus, a portrait of a rare disease that occurs in those who live alone with a promiscuous and rebellious daughter who besides being consented, undisciplined and very good. The original post was taken down for copyright infringement and I decided to upload them with photos of another woman. The modelStephy SuicideBelonging to the company Suicide Girls, I had to replace with much pain LiilGhoul, the original model of the stories because she was infringing on copyrights, please excuse. Without further ado, enjoy the story.
Fighting against temptation
Abby didn't offer any resistance as I pulled off the towel, my fingers sunk into her skin drawing soft grooves as I descended... what if she had offered resistance, it was my paternal instinct that led me to stop before going too far. I couldn't do it, it wasn't right, even getting to that point was considered going too far and I almost crossed an unbridgeable line.
- No, this isn't right. - And I returned the towel to its place, without seeing anything a father should see of his 18-year-old daughter.
- It's just a massage, there's nothing wrong with it, papi. - She whispered in a tone that didn't match her words, carelessly turning around while covering her sensual body, white as a porcelain figure, but with flushed cheeks. If she had wanted to, I would have seen her nipples without a problem.
- Don't be innocent, Abby, we're alone, locked up for days, I can't do this, it's that simple. - Admitting my weakness with shame, she blushed like a lover. The confinement seemed to have the house upside down besides our ethics and morals. Seeing each other daily, doing everything together had turned our senses upside down and almost committed a crime we would regret for the rest of our lives.
- Well, thanks then for not taking advantage of the situation. - Abigail slid naked onto the sofa like a cat and gave me a loud kiss on the cheek while hugging me. I made strenuous efforts not to turn my head. – But if you're being sincere... I liked how everything was developing.
- Please, daughter, don't make this harder than it is, we're in quarantine, but this isn't Santiago del Estero. - I joked, remembering the memes she herself showed me about the questionable (and I calculate false) customs of that northern province.
- See? Even indignant and confused you make jokes, you're the best, Daddy. - And he started kissing me on the neck and cheeks. - You've always been everything to me, if you only knew the types I've met you'd understand why I feel safer with you in every aspect.
- Please, get dressed, and don't make me have to thank you for... for not taking advantage of me. This is madness, listening to myself say that was worse than saying it. – Moving her away from me for the first time. - It's what a normal father, not... a normal person would do, I failed you on my own by following along, sorry, Abby.
And before she could respond, I locked myself in the bathroom, observing with shame my reflection in the mirror. I washed my face like an automaton knowing that all the water in the world wouldn't be enough to clean my dirty conscience, which had the radiant figure of my daughter burned into it.
I'd never felt so bad a father. After several minutes of confusion, I left.
- Are you okay? It's not that big of a deal. - She said just then. My daughter was already dressed and listening to music on her phone as if nothing had happened, with a shirt stuck to her body without a bra, short pants, and long socks.Do I think it's me or is she dressing to provoke? That habit of hers of walking around with everything stuck to her body like a wrapped candy.I thought while I was getting ready to prepare dinner, ignoring her. That day wouldn't be like any other, and that dinner less than less. - So you had weird thoughts when she was undressed? - I wonder serving myself a bit of canned tuna and chickpeas. - I feel flattered jeje almost you're turning into my sugar daddyI don't want to talk about that and it's not a laughing matter. Besides, you weren't wearing much, so it's different. - I said, feigning interest in the evening news, which was already reporting on the first dozen deaths. - How barbaric, those people must be the unconscious ones who went on vacation during this pandemic, imprudent. They don't deserve to say they're sorry, but they do.
- You're so clever at changing the subject. - She observed more sharply than our knives (which didn't have much edge to them). - So big and you get annoyed that easily.
- Capable of not realizing, Abby, that a man's mind locked up alone or better said, without anyone to sleep with, becomes... well, for lack of a better word: dangerous, unstable. I'm not trying to make excuses, what I did was wrong and I won't shy away from it.
- Admitted calmly, pretending to know what we were talking about, as if it were normal for a father to get excited when seeing his daughter naked. – Although it's very uncomfortable for me to admit it, I'm dead of shame and I won't touch you in a bad mood, so I want to put an end to all this.
- Our heads can be worse. Don't think that just because you have cock you have the monopoly on perversion. - Abby finished her tuna ration and looked at me satisfied with her argument. She let it out so perfectly that even seemed rehearsed.
- In one way or another, I assure you that something like this won't happen again, I don't know how to call it.
- This time she looked at me incredulous, like a mother smiling at the son who promises to behave, knowing he'll lose control in a few hours. She got up and brought fruit from the fridge, a banana for her and a beer for me.
- You should call Jessica. - She said while peeling it and taking a bite in front of me. It was adorable when she ate with her mouth open like a squirrel. I never knew why I didn't suppress that bad habit. What?! It was supposedly too much. – I exclaimed while spilling my beer and making her laugh. - And how do you know that name?? – I asked in the same tone as Batman in the movie where he fights Superman.
- You heard me say it that night, or should I say shout it, you told me I made a huge commotion. - He mentioned, taking from the same can as I did. - He's going to need money more than ever with what's happening, you could call her, settle up and go back to being yourself, if losing your head is bothering you that much.
- This isn't getting any less uncomfortable. - I admitted, snatching the can away from him. – Although I don't want to know how much you heard and less how much you saw, maybe you're right, it's crap that some of us need this regularly to function in our right minds.
- You're made of flesh and bone, of course you need it. - He continued, seeming to enjoy talking about these topics. No doubt they were another generation, in my time we couldn't say anything without being punished or laughing like Homer Simpson.
-Ay Abby, you've made me feel five years older today, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Period final.
Look NetflixLike every night, although this time, alone and by inertia. Every word of the conversation stayed engraved in my head like a scratched record, especially I liked how everything was developingAnd I couldn't reconcile sleep with normality as usual when going to bed.
Instead, Abigail seemed not to have been moved, even giving me the goodnight kiss without a single hair trembling. She had asked for a naked massage and wanted me to do it even without a towel as if it were something so natural. She allowed it, she had wanted it. Would it be that I hadn't set any limits? If I thought back to the tests, it was I who put the brakes on. I shouldn't feel this bad.
- No, no, here the one in charge is me and I won't explain myself like it's due. I shouldn't have let the situation start, I saw the fire grow and I only extinguished it when it started burning me. - I grumbled while taking my phone near the pillows to call Jessica lying on my bed. Although it was late, she usually answered at any hour.
They will wonder why a call and not a WhatsAppAnd I reply that I'm 45 years old, just that.
However, she didn't respond. I tried again once more without success, until a WhatsApp from her arrived (she's much younger)I'm not working, heart. I hope you and your daughter are fine, it'll be until next time when I pass this virus of #§♠$%Well, that explains many things. Why they earn a fortune in silver because they don't need to work and how I can get rid of it all in one way. I plugged in the laptop, turned off the light, put on my ring and prepared to navigate through my favorite sites in search of my cyber muses who used to drive me crazy in my times. I remembered Linda Lovelace, Chasey Lain, Traci Lords, Rita Feltoyano, among others, actresses not as much in the spotlight now as Sasha Grey or MiaI don't know how much - KalifFighting against pop-ups, ads, and false links, I remembered why I hated navigating online. Besides, I wasn't very skilled at masturbation and after searching for so long, I lost my desire, in fact, to the point of sounding arrogant, I used it more to control my anxiety before sex and arrive at that delicious, relaxed state without the tank overflowing like a final happy ending.
- No... no am I for this. It's not like before. - Closing the laptop with resignation. - I need self-control, nothing more, nobody died from not getting some weeks. What a crappy day.
Although, counting on my pillow, I had almost two months. I tried to sleep in one and then another position, flipping over each time more annoyed because the bed was heating up and besides, light was coming in from outside. I got out of bed and went to close my door, but at that moment, a sound came from the room facing me.
- It's not time for watching series anymore. - I thought about electricity more than anything.
Everything was darkness except for the lights coming from her room. I imagined myself standing in front of her monitor, looking at a series or movie, something that should be cutting off (a very fatherly word, I know) and if I peeked in, she wouldn't notice it, so after glancing outside to see she wasn't in bed and the light was coming from her monitor, I entered her room to tell her to go to sleep.
Fighting insomnia
In my innocence... not the innocence of children, but that of parents who think a daughter is incapable of something like this, I found it in a spectacle as obscene as embarrassing, the fruit of the dessert on the most unusual day of my life.
Faced with her computer, with headphones on, she was reclined in her chair, legs open, so open that one foot rested on one end of her table and the other foot on the opposite. There was no need to be a genius to realize what she was doing. I took a few steps forward and saw on the screen very high-level pornographic content. I observed an orgy in which a young woman with blue hair was invaded by several individuals, even more than three at the same time.
The porn actress had her dyed hair torn apart savagely and was forced to swallow one or two cocks at once, while other strong guys filled her holes until they burst, banging their bodies against hers in a savage way. I don't know if I was more disturbed by the flexibility of the girl's openings or that my daughter would find that production entertaining. The video was in HD or superior quality and you could see her inflamed holes, especially her anus, dilated to encompass the circumference of a tennis ball.
My daughter was masturbating loudly at the sight of such a sexual display, the wildest thing modern porn had to offer, and I, motionless like a statue, watched her from behind, feeling a burning heat invading each extremity, especially my most private one.
It was a new nail in a night where sleep was dead. After an unusual training session, following the massage that almost turned into a conditioned scene, I saw Abigail sprawled out completely lost in reality, enjoying 21st-century pornography in an unreal group sex and tattooed skin. My legs and everything around me wanted to take me away. As I approached her, my confused brain had lost control, my trembling arms wanting to replace the right hand with which my daughter was giving herself pleasure. My ears were starting to hear screams from her earbuds and of course, the wet rubbing of her fingers against her velvety interiors.
I got closer, this time unable to reason, driven by such primitive and unhealthy impulses as Abigail noticed my presence when my body drew a revealing shadow over the monitor. My daughter sensed my presence, removed her earbuds, and turned to look at me, but I only saw her profile, noting it was bright with sweat and disheveled.
- Don't you give me a hand, Dad? It's not bad. She said in a barely audible whisper, half-disheveled, without changing position.
- It's all bad. I expressed without conviction. - I'm coming to... tell you it's late, you should sleep. We're going shopping early tomorrow.
- Don't go, help me... My daughter insisted, her own hand massaging her pubic area without pause, while my own hand trembled on her neck like a caress.
- I can't, Abby, I can't. This is wrong, very wrong.
- You're here now, it's not bad if you let me. She went back to the charge with that sweet tone that melted me, although in an unprecedented way.
I approached cautiously, preceded by an uncontrollable erection and positioned myself behind Abigail. My trembling hand was placed on her neck like a caress, advancing millimeter by millimeter, leaning over her.
In my innocence, I expected a challenge, a scream, a reprimand from Abby, expecting it to be she who would pull me out of this perverse situation when in reality, it was she who had put me there, violating all my moral defenses. It was her father and yet here I was, about to commit an unspeakable act.
- Turn that off, my hand will be enough. I whispered in her ear. I was distracted by the way they were brutally violating the actress, it was unreal, relationships weren't like that, this video was building a misleading image of sex and consuming them in excess could atrophy the perception of things.
She did as few times, turned off the monitor, and the room became darkness while our excitement ignited like a bomb fuse.
My hand didn't need any light to travel through her body, feeling the softness of her breasts under her sweater on the way, I replaced her own hand by positioning my large and strong hand over her vagina from behind.
- Ahh, papi... - She whispered with her face turned towards my face. - Finally, finally you're getting into it...
- Don't say anything, Abby, papi will make you feel good. – I yielded completely while beginning to recognize her sex in the darkness. It was all smooth and hot, like a velvet carpet without a single pore. If I didn't know I was touching a vagina, my senses could deceive me and I might think I'm touching a small cut. I felt the viscosity of her fluids spread throughout her little slit, she had given herself a very dirty masturbation.
Before penetrating her with my fingers, I searched for her small clitoris, exposed and very moist. Her lips didn't cover it and I had to jump out at me easily, my lubricated fingers rubbed it awake in her, sparking an electric discharge in her. In my mind, the smallest and most delicate vagina I'd ever felt was drawing itself. There was no longer any limit between good and evil, I had descended into incest and didn't have a neuron dedicated to analyzing or judging my actions.
- Ahh, ahhh, ahh, ahhh, mmmm, aaah... - Abigail groaned, without holding back, not worrying about waking up her father since her father was more awake than ever.
In the midst of a prolonged moan, I dragged two fingers from top to bottom along her vulva and as soon as I found a cluster of humidity, a plug of fluids, I pushed my fingers all the way down to the bottom, making it overflow. It was so tight that one could be fooled into thinking it was the well-lubricated back opening. Abby contorted on the hip chair from top to bottom, immobile, enjoying my fingers swirling inside her pussy.Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack...they were splashing until the bottom of their sex. I couldn't move them much either, not only did it touch its fiery bottom, but the walls were constricting me with force, to the top of my capacity, it was noticeable that, although she had been promiscuous, it had been a long time since she had put her orifice's flexibility to the test. My ecstatic fingers felt for the first time a vagina so convulsed, it seemed to be running continuously, as if it had salivary glands in each pore.
However, to give it an ending, I performed the horned hand and from then on I woke up the beast. My daughter moaned with sounds she didn't know she could produce while accelerating her masturbation, feeling jets of fluid releasing every thousandth of a second that lasted her orgasm. If she had stored so much juice for me or was it an effect of abstinence, I didn't ask myself, I was facing the most humid spectacle I ever witnessed and against all odds, my daughter had given it to me.
- That... is... how I like it. - She whispered, kissing my face.
- Thanks, papi, I love you... - I took her panting face and gave her a prolonged and sonorous kiss as a silent goodbye. Without saying a word or turning on the light to see the entanglement we had made, I closed the door feeling possessed by the demon.
- But what did I do? - I said once outside, as if the door had been the entrance to hell, a direct descent into sin that I would return to sooner rather than later.
- How didn't I do it before?
This time I didn't need to take my laptop or any cream or lotion, in the silence of my room, I stopped denying myself and with the smell of my fingers and her taste, courtesy of Abby's hidden recesses, I finished off the few seconds on my hand, covering it in semen, pacifying the strange beast inside me, in perhaps the best masturbation of my life... and yet I didn't feel satisfied, something was telling me that my daughter in the adjacent room wasn't either.
- No matter how good our wanks were, I assure you they were the last.The best exercisesBad sleepers (for the same reasons) the next morning we left in the car to the street with Abby heading to the hypermarket, to buy what we could, what we found. We did Booty outside, a meter away from each person, in silence, since at that hour adults had priority. They say the pillow was a good counselor, and for me it had been, or rather, a good conciliator. My daughter had started everything with her damn massage, she had asked to be undressed, she had asked to be masturbated. Why feel guilty? Why mortify myself? If she put an end to all that, I would accept it, although I doubted it strongly.
- Why do we always come so early? This hour is for the old folks to show up. - She said rubbing her eye like a girl.
ShhhDon't be rude. I told you I don't know what things you need, love, so buy them yourself and help me find everything faster. - Does it embarrass you to buy me tampons and feminine wipes? - She said loudly on purpose. - If you went to bed earlier instead of being on the computer, you wouldn't be so grumpy. – I mentioned simulating her sharp tone. It caught her off guard and for the first time I noticed she was uncomfortable, giving me a pouty face. - It's probably that I'll go to bed even later, don't pretend to be innocent. - You're beautiful until offended. - Pinching her cheek. Ignoring her tantrums, we entered when it was our turn and spread out like a commando group through the market, after all, after so many minutes of Booty, we had reviewed the strategy over and over again. In less than half an hour, we had everything we went to buy and more on one of our most prolific supermarket trips. Abby always grabbed chocolate or sweet cookies without permission, but I didn't pay attention and let her open them before paying for them. Once in the car, I offered her a chocolate barCadburyIt didn't bother me that she bit in the same spot, and I invited her several times. Don't ask me why I noticed those details.
- You're not a fool for choosing chocolate. Although you'll have to work hard at the gym today to burn it off.
- If I have good taste, for everything. – She said with her mouth open, chewing – I thought you wouldn't train me again after yesterday, you know, the erotic massage.
- What an obsession you have about reminding me of all that. - I admitted tired, but at least optimistic, they say it's good in families to talk about difficult topics naturally and without doubts Abigail encouraged such dialogues.
- You've got chocolate on your cheek, you're a messy kid like a girl. - I said while parking, and wiping my finger clean, I cleaned her up.
- Always so attentive with your ninabut you could be more attentive.
Abigail moved to the side of the conductor, over me, in a graceful movement prompted by her Lolita body that fit anywhere, and with chocolate in one hand, she hugged me, offering me a kiss on the mouth.
There, for several minutes, in front of my gym, inside my car, she kissed me passionately, with her eyes closed but her mouth open, sharing the same flavor of chocolate until we almost cleaned our teeth. Besides the special taste that had an incestuous kiss like this, her pierced tongue with a piercing that I always disapproved of opened my eyes to how interesting those accessories were and how they added wonderful sensations to a kiss.
- Help me carry things, precious, and I'll call you when it's time for food. -
I said without realizing that my hands were on her Booty, palpating it eagerly.
- Is it so fast? Didn't you like my chocolate kiss?
- It's just that we're giving a bad example, remember that you shouldn't go out in quarantine with couples. -
I replied more lucid than ever, winking at her and giving her a little nip.
And the mutual attentions would continue until after dinner and siesta, on a new day of training inside, ready to fortify ourselves for several days more with a new condiment that would make our quarantine much more interesting. Unlike the previous opportunity, this time we started together. 20 minutes of cycling for her, and I focused on shoulders and legs.
The interesting part came at the end, when I decided to teach her how to do exercises with Pilates balls, those big rubber ones they use in yoga (and Pilates)duh) that, combined with his revealing outfit of leggings and loose-fitting top, would be the confirmation that he didn't care at all about putting cold compresses on quarantine. And neither did I.I'm going to discover your intentions, let's see how far you're willing to go, I'm going to find your limit, little girl...I thought I had the hottest exercises in my repertoire ready: - Today we're focusing on abs, I'll teach you how to do low abs with a ball. Throw yourself onto the mattress, and I'll supervise.
- I've always wanted to do something with the ball, hope I don't fall. - She said from the floor.
- No, in this one you'll be on the floor and lift the ball with your legs, like that, very well. - Watching her grasp the ball with her legs. I looked at her without reserve, to see if she was bothered or said something, but she didn't bother. Neither when I put my hand on each leg, from in front, to indicate that she should squeeze. When I saw below, already they would realize that I had seen her whole pubic area marked by the leggings.
Abigail held the ball between her legs and the exercise consisted of grasping it tightly for 20 seconds. It was quite painful for beginners, so I only gave her two sets.
- Very well, pretty good. Rest for a minute or two and do another set.
I took advantage of the break to take off my sleeve with the excuse of wiping my body with the towel, although the truth is that I wasn't very sweaty and I just wanted to be seen. I wasn't at 10, but I think I could score extra points for being the only available man due to quarantine. For now, I just wanted her to notice that her father was in good shape.
- I'm starting to feel it, remember that I was sore yesterday too, don't scold me. - She complained when I was teaching her the second exercise, plank with ball. - I'm not as fit as you are.
- This one isn't hard, it's just like what I taught you yesterday, only your base, the ball, is not fixed and it will cost you a little more. With two sets of 20 seconds, you'll be fine.
- UuuhIt hurts all over. - Expressed herself surrendering. I lifted her up this time from the hip and held her to teach her the indicated height while keeping her precious rear very close to mine, observing it fixedly. With a closer look, I realized that if she had underwear or thong, it was undetectable. My gazes and rubs didn't seem to bother her yet, nor my lack of shirt.
- Remember, aligned column at the neck, don't let the Booty fall or lift it too high. - I said observing her again with desire, a father never should see his daughter, although after the events of the previous night, a look was the least of the evils I had committed and would commit.
Abigail was watching me, we were looking at each other fixedly starting the game of who gives in first nevertheless, I began to understand that if she could undress in front of me without caring that it would end up something obscene, and ask me to masturbate her in the darkness of the room, none of my exercises would bother her at all. While I was reflecting, she did the exercises with admirable delivery.
- I know you're sore, so we'll do two more sets of a different exercise. Abdominals with ball.
- I can fall from this one. - She observed while indicating that I should lie down, supporting my back on the ball.
- No, no, show me how it's done and I'll copy you.
- Okay, like this. - And I lay down on the ball with my arms on my neck and my abs marked like ravioles. - Then lift up and down, maintaining balance. The ball makes it harder and makes the muscle work more. - Abby looked at me lifting and lowering, and I kept watching to see if she would give in, but let me show her the exercise normally.
- I'll be close by to hold the ball, don't worry, lie down quietly that at first I'll have it.
Abigail supported her back on the elastic sphere and slowly let herself fall until she was in position: - Very well, now do abdominals, slow, like this not loses your balance.
- It's really bad and hurts like hell.
- She complained red-faced like a tomato, trembling and concentrating on maintaining her balance. - I'm holding the ball, I feel it moving.
- You're doing well, you're doing well, I'm here... beside you.
From above, I had a new perspective of his body straining, his flat stomach hardening, sweat dripping from his loose undershirt... so absorbed was I that my daughter slid and clung to my body, having her stuck to me, face to face, we looked each other in the eye.
- How much longer are we going to keep playing this game? - She asked – Do you want to take me or turn me into a fitness model?
- Are you going to answer or show me? – And I laid her down on the Pilates ball, facing me, with her hair disheveled and her flat stomach hard from the effort of staying upright. She opened her legs and I held her between them, taking her by the hip.
- I've always had a fantasy about doing it with someone at my workplace and maybe I'll never have the opportunity to do it again so desertedly with someone special... - I confessed expectantly. - Do you like the idea or shall we end the class?
Abby looked at me for several seconds, and when I thought I had gone too far, she answered in her own way.
- Are you going to answer or show me? – And she got up showing me her tits.
I couldn't believe my eyes, being there with my daughter exposing her body to me, her father, her precious breasts, whose pink nipples were pierced like her tongue. Of course, nothing else was needed and my hands rose from her hip to her breasts, which I caressed with affection, massaged and palpated with pleasure before concentrating on her nipples, which I pinched delicately, feeling the metal accessory piercing her most sensitive flesh. I wondered if having a piercing gave her more pleasure or more pain.
- Do you like it, Daddy? - She asked biting her lip, seducing me as if she didn't We would be family and I'd be giving myself to a stranger. - Too much. - I expressed myself by leaning over her to reach them with my mouth, bestowing kisses on her nipples, licking the contours of her breasts, getting drunk on the smell of her skin and salty taste. A benefit of piercings was that they allowed me to suckle them more easily, as they pierced through the nipple and couldn't escape my mouth; I would hold each one in my lips for a good while, stretching them by sucking.Uuuuhhh, aahhYou're going to remove my piercings. - She complained not very convinced if she liked it or not. – I didn't think you'd like my tits so much when I got them, you'll go crazy. Me detached from her nipples and gave her a murderous look. They had left shiny, metallic, with threads of saliva tracing her tattooed chest. - You can get tattoos, piercings all over, but don't operate on your breasts, I forbid it. - Okay, I was forgetting that you're a protective father why? Abby got out of the ball and hung herself up and went back to kissing me savagely, like a cat pouncing on its prey. We kissed like possessed people, holding her in mid-air over the Booty, feeling like our hair was crossing each other with every kiss and we didn't care. Almost without looking, I sat her down on the chest bank, leaving myself standing in front of her.OhhI see, you want a favor return, although I won't just use my hand, hope it doesn't bother you. - Abby understood the corporal message and stroked my erect penis from outside. I was about to undress in front of my daughter, allowing her to give me a blowjob at work. If that wasn't getting off track then I don't know what was. The daughter was about to pay tribute to the organism that created her.
- You don't have to do anything you don't want to, nothing. - I repeated to her and myself, to remind myself that absolutely everything had to be consensual, perhaps the last moral lifeline left to me.
- Relax, we have to get through quarantine somehow, prepare yourself, I'm going to give you a good blow job.
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Fighting against temptation
Abby didn't offer any resistance as I pulled off the towel, my fingers sunk into her skin drawing soft grooves as I descended... what if she had offered resistance, it was my paternal instinct that led me to stop before going too far. I couldn't do it, it wasn't right, even getting to that point was considered going too far and I almost crossed an unbridgeable line.
- No, this isn't right. - And I returned the towel to its place, without seeing anything a father should see of his 18-year-old daughter.
- It's just a massage, there's nothing wrong with it, papi. - She whispered in a tone that didn't match her words, carelessly turning around while covering her sensual body, white as a porcelain figure, but with flushed cheeks. If she had wanted to, I would have seen her nipples without a problem.
- Don't be innocent, Abby, we're alone, locked up for days, I can't do this, it's that simple. - Admitting my weakness with shame, she blushed like a lover. The confinement seemed to have the house upside down besides our ethics and morals. Seeing each other daily, doing everything together had turned our senses upside down and almost committed a crime we would regret for the rest of our lives.
- Well, thanks then for not taking advantage of the situation. - Abigail slid naked onto the sofa like a cat and gave me a loud kiss on the cheek while hugging me. I made strenuous efforts not to turn my head. – But if you're being sincere... I liked how everything was developing.
- Please, daughter, don't make this harder than it is, we're in quarantine, but this isn't Santiago del Estero. - I joked, remembering the memes she herself showed me about the questionable (and I calculate false) customs of that northern province.
- See? Even indignant and confused you make jokes, you're the best, Daddy. - And he started kissing me on the neck and cheeks. - You've always been everything to me, if you only knew the types I've met you'd understand why I feel safer with you in every aspect.
- Please, get dressed, and don't make me have to thank you for... for not taking advantage of me. This is madness, listening to myself say that was worse than saying it. – Moving her away from me for the first time. - It's what a normal father, not... a normal person would do, I failed you on my own by following along, sorry, Abby.
And before she could respond, I locked myself in the bathroom, observing with shame my reflection in the mirror. I washed my face like an automaton knowing that all the water in the world wouldn't be enough to clean my dirty conscience, which had the radiant figure of my daughter burned into it.
I'd never felt so bad a father. After several minutes of confusion, I left.
- Are you okay? It's not that big of a deal. - She said just then. My daughter was already dressed and listening to music on her phone as if nothing had happened, with a shirt stuck to her body without a bra, short pants, and long socks.Do I think it's me or is she dressing to provoke? That habit of hers of walking around with everything stuck to her body like a wrapped candy.I thought while I was getting ready to prepare dinner, ignoring her. That day wouldn't be like any other, and that dinner less than less. - So you had weird thoughts when she was undressed? - I wonder serving myself a bit of canned tuna and chickpeas. - I feel flattered jeje almost you're turning into my sugar daddyI don't want to talk about that and it's not a laughing matter. Besides, you weren't wearing much, so it's different. - I said, feigning interest in the evening news, which was already reporting on the first dozen deaths. - How barbaric, those people must be the unconscious ones who went on vacation during this pandemic, imprudent. They don't deserve to say they're sorry, but they do.
- You're so clever at changing the subject. - She observed more sharply than our knives (which didn't have much edge to them). - So big and you get annoyed that easily.
- Capable of not realizing, Abby, that a man's mind locked up alone or better said, without anyone to sleep with, becomes... well, for lack of a better word: dangerous, unstable. I'm not trying to make excuses, what I did was wrong and I won't shy away from it.
- Admitted calmly, pretending to know what we were talking about, as if it were normal for a father to get excited when seeing his daughter naked. – Although it's very uncomfortable for me to admit it, I'm dead of shame and I won't touch you in a bad mood, so I want to put an end to all this.
- Our heads can be worse. Don't think that just because you have cock you have the monopoly on perversion. - Abby finished her tuna ration and looked at me satisfied with her argument. She let it out so perfectly that even seemed rehearsed.
- In one way or another, I assure you that something like this won't happen again, I don't know how to call it.
- This time she looked at me incredulous, like a mother smiling at the son who promises to behave, knowing he'll lose control in a few hours. She got up and brought fruit from the fridge, a banana for her and a beer for me.
- You should call Jessica. - She said while peeling it and taking a bite in front of me. It was adorable when she ate with her mouth open like a squirrel. I never knew why I didn't suppress that bad habit. What?! It was supposedly too much. – I exclaimed while spilling my beer and making her laugh. - And how do you know that name?? – I asked in the same tone as Batman in the movie where he fights Superman.
- You heard me say it that night, or should I say shout it, you told me I made a huge commotion. - He mentioned, taking from the same can as I did. - He's going to need money more than ever with what's happening, you could call her, settle up and go back to being yourself, if losing your head is bothering you that much.
- This isn't getting any less uncomfortable. - I admitted, snatching the can away from him. – Although I don't want to know how much you heard and less how much you saw, maybe you're right, it's crap that some of us need this regularly to function in our right minds.
- You're made of flesh and bone, of course you need it. - He continued, seeming to enjoy talking about these topics. No doubt they were another generation, in my time we couldn't say anything without being punished or laughing like Homer Simpson.
-Ay Abby, you've made me feel five years older today, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Period final.
Look NetflixLike every night, although this time, alone and by inertia. Every word of the conversation stayed engraved in my head like a scratched record, especially I liked how everything was developingAnd I couldn't reconcile sleep with normality as usual when going to bed.
Instead, Abigail seemed not to have been moved, even giving me the goodnight kiss without a single hair trembling. She had asked for a naked massage and wanted me to do it even without a towel as if it were something so natural. She allowed it, she had wanted it. Would it be that I hadn't set any limits? If I thought back to the tests, it was I who put the brakes on. I shouldn't feel this bad.
- No, no, here the one in charge is me and I won't explain myself like it's due. I shouldn't have let the situation start, I saw the fire grow and I only extinguished it when it started burning me. - I grumbled while taking my phone near the pillows to call Jessica lying on my bed. Although it was late, she usually answered at any hour.
They will wonder why a call and not a WhatsAppAnd I reply that I'm 45 years old, just that.
However, she didn't respond. I tried again once more without success, until a WhatsApp from her arrived (she's much younger)I'm not working, heart. I hope you and your daughter are fine, it'll be until next time when I pass this virus of #§♠$%Well, that explains many things. Why they earn a fortune in silver because they don't need to work and how I can get rid of it all in one way. I plugged in the laptop, turned off the light, put on my ring and prepared to navigate through my favorite sites in search of my cyber muses who used to drive me crazy in my times. I remembered Linda Lovelace, Chasey Lain, Traci Lords, Rita Feltoyano, among others, actresses not as much in the spotlight now as Sasha Grey or MiaI don't know how much - KalifFighting against pop-ups, ads, and false links, I remembered why I hated navigating online. Besides, I wasn't very skilled at masturbation and after searching for so long, I lost my desire, in fact, to the point of sounding arrogant, I used it more to control my anxiety before sex and arrive at that delicious, relaxed state without the tank overflowing like a final happy ending.
- No... no am I for this. It's not like before. - Closing the laptop with resignation. - I need self-control, nothing more, nobody died from not getting some weeks. What a crappy day.
Although, counting on my pillow, I had almost two months. I tried to sleep in one and then another position, flipping over each time more annoyed because the bed was heating up and besides, light was coming in from outside. I got out of bed and went to close my door, but at that moment, a sound came from the room facing me.
- It's not time for watching series anymore. - I thought about electricity more than anything.
Everything was darkness except for the lights coming from her room. I imagined myself standing in front of her monitor, looking at a series or movie, something that should be cutting off (a very fatherly word, I know) and if I peeked in, she wouldn't notice it, so after glancing outside to see she wasn't in bed and the light was coming from her monitor, I entered her room to tell her to go to sleep.
Fighting insomnia
In my innocence... not the innocence of children, but that of parents who think a daughter is incapable of something like this, I found it in a spectacle as obscene as embarrassing, the fruit of the dessert on the most unusual day of my life.
Faced with her computer, with headphones on, she was reclined in her chair, legs open, so open that one foot rested on one end of her table and the other foot on the opposite. There was no need to be a genius to realize what she was doing. I took a few steps forward and saw on the screen very high-level pornographic content. I observed an orgy in which a young woman with blue hair was invaded by several individuals, even more than three at the same time.
The porn actress had her dyed hair torn apart savagely and was forced to swallow one or two cocks at once, while other strong guys filled her holes until they burst, banging their bodies against hers in a savage way. I don't know if I was more disturbed by the flexibility of the girl's openings or that my daughter would find that production entertaining. The video was in HD or superior quality and you could see her inflamed holes, especially her anus, dilated to encompass the circumference of a tennis ball.
My daughter was masturbating loudly at the sight of such a sexual display, the wildest thing modern porn had to offer, and I, motionless like a statue, watched her from behind, feeling a burning heat invading each extremity, especially my most private one.
It was a new nail in a night where sleep was dead. After an unusual training session, following the massage that almost turned into a conditioned scene, I saw Abigail sprawled out completely lost in reality, enjoying 21st-century pornography in an unreal group sex and tattooed skin. My legs and everything around me wanted to take me away. As I approached her, my confused brain had lost control, my trembling arms wanting to replace the right hand with which my daughter was giving herself pleasure. My ears were starting to hear screams from her earbuds and of course, the wet rubbing of her fingers against her velvety interiors.
I got closer, this time unable to reason, driven by such primitive and unhealthy impulses as Abigail noticed my presence when my body drew a revealing shadow over the monitor. My daughter sensed my presence, removed her earbuds, and turned to look at me, but I only saw her profile, noting it was bright with sweat and disheveled.
- Don't you give me a hand, Dad? It's not bad. She said in a barely audible whisper, half-disheveled, without changing position.
- It's all bad. I expressed without conviction. - I'm coming to... tell you it's late, you should sleep. We're going shopping early tomorrow.
- Don't go, help me... My daughter insisted, her own hand massaging her pubic area without pause, while my own hand trembled on her neck like a caress.
- I can't, Abby, I can't. This is wrong, very wrong.
- You're here now, it's not bad if you let me. She went back to the charge with that sweet tone that melted me, although in an unprecedented way.
I approached cautiously, preceded by an uncontrollable erection and positioned myself behind Abigail. My trembling hand was placed on her neck like a caress, advancing millimeter by millimeter, leaning over her.
In my innocence, I expected a challenge, a scream, a reprimand from Abby, expecting it to be she who would pull me out of this perverse situation when in reality, it was she who had put me there, violating all my moral defenses. It was her father and yet here I was, about to commit an unspeakable act.
- Turn that off, my hand will be enough. I whispered in her ear. I was distracted by the way they were brutally violating the actress, it was unreal, relationships weren't like that, this video was building a misleading image of sex and consuming them in excess could atrophy the perception of things.
She did as few times, turned off the monitor, and the room became darkness while our excitement ignited like a bomb fuse.
My hand didn't need any light to travel through her body, feeling the softness of her breasts under her sweater on the way, I replaced her own hand by positioning my large and strong hand over her vagina from behind.
- Ahh, papi... - She whispered with her face turned towards my face. - Finally, finally you're getting into it...
- Don't say anything, Abby, papi will make you feel good. – I yielded completely while beginning to recognize her sex in the darkness. It was all smooth and hot, like a velvet carpet without a single pore. If I didn't know I was touching a vagina, my senses could deceive me and I might think I'm touching a small cut. I felt the viscosity of her fluids spread throughout her little slit, she had given herself a very dirty masturbation.
Before penetrating her with my fingers, I searched for her small clitoris, exposed and very moist. Her lips didn't cover it and I had to jump out at me easily, my lubricated fingers rubbed it awake in her, sparking an electric discharge in her. In my mind, the smallest and most delicate vagina I'd ever felt was drawing itself. There was no longer any limit between good and evil, I had descended into incest and didn't have a neuron dedicated to analyzing or judging my actions.
- Ahh, ahhh, ahh, ahhh, mmmm, aaah... - Abigail groaned, without holding back, not worrying about waking up her father since her father was more awake than ever.
In the midst of a prolonged moan, I dragged two fingers from top to bottom along her vulva and as soon as I found a cluster of humidity, a plug of fluids, I pushed my fingers all the way down to the bottom, making it overflow. It was so tight that one could be fooled into thinking it was the well-lubricated back opening. Abby contorted on the hip chair from top to bottom, immobile, enjoying my fingers swirling inside her pussy.Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack...they were splashing until the bottom of their sex. I couldn't move them much either, not only did it touch its fiery bottom, but the walls were constricting me with force, to the top of my capacity, it was noticeable that, although she had been promiscuous, it had been a long time since she had put her orifice's flexibility to the test. My ecstatic fingers felt for the first time a vagina so convulsed, it seemed to be running continuously, as if it had salivary glands in each pore.
However, to give it an ending, I performed the horned hand and from then on I woke up the beast. My daughter moaned with sounds she didn't know she could produce while accelerating her masturbation, feeling jets of fluid releasing every thousandth of a second that lasted her orgasm. If she had stored so much juice for me or was it an effect of abstinence, I didn't ask myself, I was facing the most humid spectacle I ever witnessed and against all odds, my daughter had given it to me.
- That... is... how I like it. - She whispered, kissing my face.
- Thanks, papi, I love you... - I took her panting face and gave her a prolonged and sonorous kiss as a silent goodbye. Without saying a word or turning on the light to see the entanglement we had made, I closed the door feeling possessed by the demon.
- But what did I do? - I said once outside, as if the door had been the entrance to hell, a direct descent into sin that I would return to sooner rather than later.
- How didn't I do it before?
This time I didn't need to take my laptop or any cream or lotion, in the silence of my room, I stopped denying myself and with the smell of my fingers and her taste, courtesy of Abby's hidden recesses, I finished off the few seconds on my hand, covering it in semen, pacifying the strange beast inside me, in perhaps the best masturbation of my life... and yet I didn't feel satisfied, something was telling me that my daughter in the adjacent room wasn't either.
- No matter how good our wanks were, I assure you they were the last.The best exercisesBad sleepers (for the same reasons) the next morning we left in the car to the street with Abby heading to the hypermarket, to buy what we could, what we found. We did Booty outside, a meter away from each person, in silence, since at that hour adults had priority. They say the pillow was a good counselor, and for me it had been, or rather, a good conciliator. My daughter had started everything with her damn massage, she had asked to be undressed, she had asked to be masturbated. Why feel guilty? Why mortify myself? If she put an end to all that, I would accept it, although I doubted it strongly.
- Why do we always come so early? This hour is for the old folks to show up. - She said rubbing her eye like a girl.
ShhhDon't be rude. I told you I don't know what things you need, love, so buy them yourself and help me find everything faster. - Does it embarrass you to buy me tampons and feminine wipes? - She said loudly on purpose. - If you went to bed earlier instead of being on the computer, you wouldn't be so grumpy. – I mentioned simulating her sharp tone. It caught her off guard and for the first time I noticed she was uncomfortable, giving me a pouty face. - It's probably that I'll go to bed even later, don't pretend to be innocent. - You're beautiful until offended. - Pinching her cheek. Ignoring her tantrums, we entered when it was our turn and spread out like a commando group through the market, after all, after so many minutes of Booty, we had reviewed the strategy over and over again. In less than half an hour, we had everything we went to buy and more on one of our most prolific supermarket trips. Abby always grabbed chocolate or sweet cookies without permission, but I didn't pay attention and let her open them before paying for them. Once in the car, I offered her a chocolate barCadburyIt didn't bother me that she bit in the same spot, and I invited her several times. Don't ask me why I noticed those details.
- You're not a fool for choosing chocolate. Although you'll have to work hard at the gym today to burn it off.
- If I have good taste, for everything. – She said with her mouth open, chewing – I thought you wouldn't train me again after yesterday, you know, the erotic massage.
- What an obsession you have about reminding me of all that. - I admitted tired, but at least optimistic, they say it's good in families to talk about difficult topics naturally and without doubts Abigail encouraged such dialogues.
- You've got chocolate on your cheek, you're a messy kid like a girl. - I said while parking, and wiping my finger clean, I cleaned her up.
- Always so attentive with your ninabut you could be more attentive.
Abigail moved to the side of the conductor, over me, in a graceful movement prompted by her Lolita body that fit anywhere, and with chocolate in one hand, she hugged me, offering me a kiss on the mouth.
There, for several minutes, in front of my gym, inside my car, she kissed me passionately, with her eyes closed but her mouth open, sharing the same flavor of chocolate until we almost cleaned our teeth. Besides the special taste that had an incestuous kiss like this, her pierced tongue with a piercing that I always disapproved of opened my eyes to how interesting those accessories were and how they added wonderful sensations to a kiss.
- Help me carry things, precious, and I'll call you when it's time for food. -
I said without realizing that my hands were on her Booty, palpating it eagerly.
- Is it so fast? Didn't you like my chocolate kiss?
- It's just that we're giving a bad example, remember that you shouldn't go out in quarantine with couples. -
I replied more lucid than ever, winking at her and giving her a little nip.
And the mutual attentions would continue until after dinner and siesta, on a new day of training inside, ready to fortify ourselves for several days more with a new condiment that would make our quarantine much more interesting. Unlike the previous opportunity, this time we started together. 20 minutes of cycling for her, and I focused on shoulders and legs.
The interesting part came at the end, when I decided to teach her how to do exercises with Pilates balls, those big rubber ones they use in yoga (and Pilates)duh) that, combined with his revealing outfit of leggings and loose-fitting top, would be the confirmation that he didn't care at all about putting cold compresses on quarantine. And neither did I.I'm going to discover your intentions, let's see how far you're willing to go, I'm going to find your limit, little girl...I thought I had the hottest exercises in my repertoire ready: - Today we're focusing on abs, I'll teach you how to do low abs with a ball. Throw yourself onto the mattress, and I'll supervise.
- I've always wanted to do something with the ball, hope I don't fall. - She said from the floor.
- No, in this one you'll be on the floor and lift the ball with your legs, like that, very well. - Watching her grasp the ball with her legs. I looked at her without reserve, to see if she was bothered or said something, but she didn't bother. Neither when I put my hand on each leg, from in front, to indicate that she should squeeze. When I saw below, already they would realize that I had seen her whole pubic area marked by the leggings.
Abigail held the ball between her legs and the exercise consisted of grasping it tightly for 20 seconds. It was quite painful for beginners, so I only gave her two sets.
- Very well, pretty good. Rest for a minute or two and do another set.
I took advantage of the break to take off my sleeve with the excuse of wiping my body with the towel, although the truth is that I wasn't very sweaty and I just wanted to be seen. I wasn't at 10, but I think I could score extra points for being the only available man due to quarantine. For now, I just wanted her to notice that her father was in good shape.
- I'm starting to feel it, remember that I was sore yesterday too, don't scold me. - She complained when I was teaching her the second exercise, plank with ball. - I'm not as fit as you are.
- This one isn't hard, it's just like what I taught you yesterday, only your base, the ball, is not fixed and it will cost you a little more. With two sets of 20 seconds, you'll be fine.
- UuuhIt hurts all over. - Expressed herself surrendering. I lifted her up this time from the hip and held her to teach her the indicated height while keeping her precious rear very close to mine, observing it fixedly. With a closer look, I realized that if she had underwear or thong, it was undetectable. My gazes and rubs didn't seem to bother her yet, nor my lack of shirt.
- Remember, aligned column at the neck, don't let the Booty fall or lift it too high. - I said observing her again with desire, a father never should see his daughter, although after the events of the previous night, a look was the least of the evils I had committed and would commit.
Abigail was watching me, we were looking at each other fixedly starting the game of who gives in first nevertheless, I began to understand that if she could undress in front of me without caring that it would end up something obscene, and ask me to masturbate her in the darkness of the room, none of my exercises would bother her at all. While I was reflecting, she did the exercises with admirable delivery.
- I know you're sore, so we'll do two more sets of a different exercise. Abdominals with ball.
- I can fall from this one. - She observed while indicating that I should lie down, supporting my back on the ball.
- No, no, show me how it's done and I'll copy you.
- Okay, like this. - And I lay down on the ball with my arms on my neck and my abs marked like ravioles. - Then lift up and down, maintaining balance. The ball makes it harder and makes the muscle work more. - Abby looked at me lifting and lowering, and I kept watching to see if she would give in, but let me show her the exercise normally.
- I'll be close by to hold the ball, don't worry, lie down quietly that at first I'll have it.
Abigail supported her back on the elastic sphere and slowly let herself fall until she was in position: - Very well, now do abdominals, slow, like this not loses your balance.
- It's really bad and hurts like hell.
- She complained red-faced like a tomato, trembling and concentrating on maintaining her balance. - I'm holding the ball, I feel it moving.
- You're doing well, you're doing well, I'm here... beside you.
From above, I had a new perspective of his body straining, his flat stomach hardening, sweat dripping from his loose undershirt... so absorbed was I that my daughter slid and clung to my body, having her stuck to me, face to face, we looked each other in the eye.
- How much longer are we going to keep playing this game? - She asked – Do you want to take me or turn me into a fitness model?
- Are you going to answer or show me? – And I laid her down on the Pilates ball, facing me, with her hair disheveled and her flat stomach hard from the effort of staying upright. She opened her legs and I held her between them, taking her by the hip.
- I've always had a fantasy about doing it with someone at my workplace and maybe I'll never have the opportunity to do it again so desertedly with someone special... - I confessed expectantly. - Do you like the idea or shall we end the class?
Abby looked at me for several seconds, and when I thought I had gone too far, she answered in her own way.
- Are you going to answer or show me? – And she got up showing me her tits.
I couldn't believe my eyes, being there with my daughter exposing her body to me, her father, her precious breasts, whose pink nipples were pierced like her tongue. Of course, nothing else was needed and my hands rose from her hip to her breasts, which I caressed with affection, massaged and palpated with pleasure before concentrating on her nipples, which I pinched delicately, feeling the metal accessory piercing her most sensitive flesh. I wondered if having a piercing gave her more pleasure or more pain.
- Do you like it, Daddy? - She asked biting her lip, seducing me as if she didn't We would be family and I'd be giving myself to a stranger. - Too much. - I expressed myself by leaning over her to reach them with my mouth, bestowing kisses on her nipples, licking the contours of her breasts, getting drunk on the smell of her skin and salty taste. A benefit of piercings was that they allowed me to suckle them more easily, as they pierced through the nipple and couldn't escape my mouth; I would hold each one in my lips for a good while, stretching them by sucking.Uuuuhhh, aahhYou're going to remove my piercings. - She complained not very convinced if she liked it or not. – I didn't think you'd like my tits so much when I got them, you'll go crazy. Me detached from her nipples and gave her a murderous look. They had left shiny, metallic, with threads of saliva tracing her tattooed chest. - You can get tattoos, piercings all over, but don't operate on your breasts, I forbid it. - Okay, I was forgetting that you're a protective father why? Abby got out of the ball and hung herself up and went back to kissing me savagely, like a cat pouncing on its prey. We kissed like possessed people, holding her in mid-air over the Booty, feeling like our hair was crossing each other with every kiss and we didn't care. Almost without looking, I sat her down on the chest bank, leaving myself standing in front of her.OhhI see, you want a favor return, although I won't just use my hand, hope it doesn't bother you. - Abby understood the corporal message and stroked my erect penis from outside. I was about to undress in front of my daughter, allowing her to give me a blowjob at work. If that wasn't getting off track then I don't know what was. The daughter was about to pay tribute to the organism that created her.
- You don't have to do anything you don't want to, nothing. - I repeated to her and myself, to remind myself that absolutely everything had to be consensual, perhaps the last moral lifeline left to me.
- Relax, we have to get through quarantine somehow, prepare yourself, I'm going to give you a good blow job.
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Thanks for reading, more so if you had already read it before or not, it's one of my favorite stories and that's why I took the trouble to reupload it. Now the trilogy is complete again. Just in case, I'll change the images from the third part later so they don't get me banned. I'd appreciate a lot if you leave comments, notes, whatever, it takes me time to re-read them, find a new model, make the posts, etc. Please excuse any inconvenience.Other chapters: Incest Virus. Quarantine Father and Daughter:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4234077/Incestvirus---Cuarentena-Padre-e-Hija-Resubido.htmlIncest Virus. Quarantine Father and Daughter. Chapter 3:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/4280635/Incestvirus---Cuarentena-Padre-e-Hija-Capitulo-3.html
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