The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the distant tick of the clock. Sarah, twenty-two and back from college for the summer, padded barefoot into the kitchen in nothing but an old t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Her father, Mark, stood at the counter pouring whiskey, shirtless, the muscles in his back shifting as he turned.
"Daddy," she said, the word slipping out soft and loaded. "Couldn't sleep either?"
He looked her over, eyes dragging down her bare legs, then up to where her nipples pushed against the thin cotton. "Not with you walking around like that."
She didn't pretend to misunderstand. She stepped closer, took the glass from his hand, and sipped. The liquor burned, but not as hot as the way he watched her throat work. "Been thinking about this all year," she told him, voice low and dirty. "About you. About what it would feel like if you just stopped pretending."
Mark set the glass down hard. His hand caught the back of her neck, pulling her in until their mouths crashed together. No slow build, no hesitation. His tongue pushed past her lips and she moaned into it, grinding her hips forward so she could feel how hard he already was through his sweats. He grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her onto the counter like she weighed nothing.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled against her mouth. "You're my daughter. We shouldn't—"
"Shut up and touch me." She yanked the shirt over her head and spread her legs. Her pussy was already wet, glistening under the kitchen light. Mark stared for one second, then dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs.
His tongue was rough and direct, licking broad stripes up her slit before sucking her clit hard. Sarah's head fell back against the cabinets. She hooked her heels on his shoulders and rocked against his mouth. "That's it, Daddy. Eat your daughter's cunt. Been wanting your tongue on me forever."
He groaned into her, the sound vibrating straight through her. Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning, curling deep while he kept licking. She came fast, thighs shaking, juices slicking his chin. He didn't stop until she was whimpering and pushing at his head.
Mark stood, shoved his sweats down, and his cock sprang free—thick, veined, the head already leaking. Sarah wrapped her hand around it, stroking once, twice, then guiding him to her entrance. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Right here. Fill me up."
He thrust in one hard stroke, bottoming out so deep it punched the air from her lungs.
They both groaned at the same time. He fucked her like he meant it—hard, fast, the counter creaking under them. Her tits bounced with every slam. He grabbed one, thumb rubbing the nipple while his other hand held her hip so he could pound deeper.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he grunted. "My little girl taking Daddy's cock so good."
Sarah met every thrust, nails digging into his back. "Harder. Don't stop. Want to feel you come inside me."
He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. One hand pressed between her shoulder blades, the other lined up and drove back in from behind. The new angle made her cry out. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he fucked her, balls slapping against her ass.
She came again, pussy clamping down, and that dragged him over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot pulses flooding her. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, his cum already starting to drip down her thighs.
Later, in his bed, they didn't bother cleaning up. Sarah straddled him, riding slow and filthy, his hands guiding her hips while she leaned down to whisper every filthy thought she'd had about him over the years. He flipped her onto her stomach, fucked her prone, then pulled her up onto all fours so he could watch his cock disappear into her again and again.
By morning light they were still at it—her on her knees in the shower, sucking him until he came down her throat; him eating her out on the edge of the tub until she screamed. They knew it was wrong. They knew it was forever. And neither of them planned to stop.
