With Sabrina

Barry eyed his daughter's glistening core, thinking how lovely she was as he jacked his length and shuffled in on his knees. "What a body," he gasped, nudging Sabrina's opening.

"Fuck me," the girl groaned in reply, head lolling loose when she felt him easing inside. "Go on, Daddy, fuck it. Smash me with that big thing..."

They went at it again, with Barry working hard to make his daughter squeal and groan. Every ebullient yelp and cry of delight spurred him to go harder, his cock a greasy piston all buttery with his daughter's arousal.

"Not like this," yelped Sabrina when Barry groaned he was close. "I want to watch your face when you do it," she snarled, rolling forward and away from her dad. "I want to kiss when you're coming."

"Cuh-can I do it inside you?" asked Barry. He gaped down at the sight of Sabrina laid on her back, legs wide while she fingered her sex.

"Yes please," the girl purred, dipping a forefinger into her opening. "That would be perfect. Feeling you letting it go into my pussy..."

Barry had a distant notion to enquire if it would be entirely safe to flood his daughter with semen, but seeing her displayed as she was, her pretty face twisted with yearning, blew any reticence away. Like the incest, he'd worry about it all later.

Then the couple moaned together when Barry's cock found his daughter's desire.

At Sabrina's insistence, Barry hooked the backs of her knees over his forearms, the girl angling her pelvis to meet the robust instroke in such a way her clit found some friction.

"Smash me," urged Barry's daughter again, eyes like slits set on his face. She gnawed on her bottom lip and crinkled her nose at him, an eyelid dropping down in a lascivious wink. Barry gasped with the shock of it when Sabrina gasped at him to, "Use my cunt to wank off. Batter that pussy."

"Jesus," he groaned in response. "That's bad, baby."

Her reply was a blurted laugh of delight. Sabrina grinned at her father, teasing him with her expression, hips starting to move.

All Barry could do was go with her.

*

They were kissing when Barry flooded his daughter with cum. She had him trapped inside the loop of her legs, which were crossed at the ankles at the small of his back. Sabrina hugged her father in close, shunting her pelvis to milk him of jizm.

"Love me," the girl breathed when she felt Barry swelling inside her. "Daddy, please love me."

"Oh, Sabrina, I do," Barry managed to groan. "I love you so much..."

He juddered and grunted, his essence bathing his daughter's cervix while Sabrina moaned on about love.

"How can this be wrong," gasped Barry when he could think logically once more. He eased up onto straight arms to look down at his daughter beneath him, his cock still embedded.

"It isn't for us," whispered Sabrina. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. Nobody knows about us doing this." She shifted her rump and slid a finger over her clit. After wincing and gasping she then added, "I want to do it again. I don't want to stop doing this with you. It's perfect," she sighed, slowly moving her hips to coax the last bit of feeling from Barry before he went limp and slipped out. "I love you; I feel safe with you; you're the perfect man to make love with..."

Barry felt the enormity of it swelling his chest. He gasped at the implications, his mind working with computer-quick speed.

"You mean you want us to...? You want us to be lovers?" he whispered after a pause. "As in properly together?" Barry rolled away from his daughter when he realised his arms and back were aching. He flung an arm over his forehead, still sucking in air following the frantic coupling with Sabrina.

She was on top of him in an instant, her sinuous body draped over his.

"Why not?" the girl asked, eyebrows twin arches of enquiry as she stared down at his face. "Wouldn't it just be perfect?"

"Until we got caught."

She grimaced and rolled her eyes. "How would we get caught?"

"What if you meet someone and fall in love? What if you get pregnant?" The last filled Barry with dread. He couldn't imagine anything more awful.

"The pregnancy thing can be fixed," Sabrina shot back. "You could get a vasectomy–"

Barry blinked, surprised by his daughter's quick response. "What?" he spluttered, levering up onto forearms and elbows.

"Okay, it's quite simple." Sabrina was laid on her side, head on her fist, an elbow jammed into the bed. "I want to do this again and again ... I don't want to stop. You just said how can this be wrong." Sabrina jutted her chin at him in emphasis. "You said you loved me...

"And I want to keep doing it, Dad."

"This is too much," Barry hissed, closing his eyes. He blinked at the girl, carnal desires rising again when he saw how beautiful she was. God, that body ... That face... "I need to think," he groaned, then added, "It must be two in the morning."

"Do you want me to leave?" The bed bounced and shook as Sabrina climbed out. She stood alongside, a hand cupped down between her legs.

Barry took in the feminine shape of his only daughter. He looked at her face, her breasts, the cinch of her waist, and the sweep of her hips. Desire was a visceral tug, love a warm bloom in his chest, his decision coming in an instant.

He shook his head, paradoxically thrilled and terrified by what lay ahead as he said, "No, baby. I want you to come back to bed." Barry sighed, his eyes dropping to the sheets. "Stay with me tonight. We can talk more when it gets light."

There was a brief pause from Sabrina, then she nodded and pouted while saying, "I'll go and clean up ... Jesus," she added on a gasp. "How much of that stuff did you give me?"

"I don't know," Barry replied, thinking about the episode with his daughter's underwear. He eyed the dried and crusty semen he'd poured over her stomach, wondering how he'd managed to come three times in a matter of hours. Then his focus returned to the beautiful girl, and the answer was obvious. He groaned out a low, "God, you're lovely Sabrina."

She smiled at him, head canting to one side. "I'll be back in a minute." At the door to the en-suite, Sabrina paused and turned. "Are we going to sleep together in that bed every night from now on?"

Barry sucked in a deep breath, locked his gaze on his daughter's, and said, "If that's what you want."

Sabrina grinned at the capitulation in her father's tone. "I do, Daddy. I do."

"Then that's what'll happen."

Barry caught a quick glimpse of Sabrina's buttocks before she moved out of the bedroom. He moaned at the memory of their texture beneath his palms and fingers when he'd kneaded and squeezed his daughter's backside.

"Dear God, what have we started?" he murmured.