Incest/Taboo Nolan and Jessica

Angered at his sister's actions and his own weakness, Nolan stood, his little sister completely impaled on his pulsing cock. The thought ran through his mind that this might hurt Jessica, but to his great surprise he realized that, grasping his neck for support, she was riding his cock up and down, in a frenzy. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and hunched herself up and down on his mammoth organ.

"Oh it's so good! Nolan, fuck me HARD!" she cried as she moved her hips up and down, her pussy clasping his steel hard manhood as she slid up and down, frantically moving toward her climax.

Nolan grasped her ass in his big hands and pressed her back against the wall. She managed to move so that both of her calves rested on his shoulders, her feet dangling behind his back. She grasped his hair and pulled her to him, fucking her tongue into his mouth as he eagerly began sucking her tongue, vigorously plowing her eager, clasping pussy with his rigid, thick cudgel.

His sister's reaction confirmed that she was in no pain; to the contrary, she was fucking back at his energetic, almost brutal thrusts with a gusto that he had never imagined.

"Fuck! Fuck me! Oh Nolan, there's nothing like it! Oh don't ever stop! Oh fuck it's so good," she moaned between kisses. "Give it to me, big brother! Oh Baby, I love you so much," she moaned between deep tongue kisses. "Oh Baby, that's so good. Right there. Go deep, Baby! I'm going to cum all over your big cock! Cummming! Oh I'm cumming so goood!"

Nolan, exhausted from his exertions, turned and lay her back on the bed, her ass laying on the edge. His heart was beating as if he had run a marathon. He knew that he would cum within seconds, and no longer worried at all about whether he might hurt his little sister, spread his little sister's legs as far as he could with his big hands and began to saw in and out of her rapidly, pulling back until only the massive head was inside, then sliding back into her warm, welcoming depths.

"Cumming, little sister!" he grunted as he focused on her beautiful face. Surprisingly she was grinning at him, as though she got a thorough fucking like this every day. He felt like gallons of his manseed was flowing into her luscious body. Completely sated, he gathered her in his arms, his deflating cock still inside her.

After a few minutes, Jessica whispered, "We don't have to do that often, but every now and then..."

"No! Stop, Jessica!" he said, sternly. "This will never, ever happen again. It's wrong, no matter how much we like it. This was the last time. I am sickened by the way you acted and I'm especially sick that I am so weak."

As Nolan began to put his clothes back on, Jessica began to cry. She wailed, "I'm so sorry, Nolan! Please forgive me? I acted like a whore. I just... I love you!"

"I'm sorry, Jess. I love you. You will thank me for this someday." He gathered his clothes and walked out of the room, leaving his naked, weeping sister on his bed.

Jessica's first thought was to wait a few weeks and try to seduce him again, but her disappointment was so overwhelming that she decided to just accept what he had said. At first she felt angry toward her brother, but she knew he had not purposely done anything to hurt her. He wanted to do the right thing and, after all, that was one of the main reasons that she adored him so much. He was a man of character and integrity. He couldn't have been blamed, she thought, if he, like her, gave in to his weakness occasionally, but how admirable it was that he was so dead set against it! If anything, it just made her love him even more. She knew that he really was the best person she had ever known.

The next afternoon, as she drove home from school, her mind wandered back to the events of the previous evening. She had caught herself daydreaming about it several times during the day and had to remind herself to keep her mind on her schoolwork. She thought that she would treat herself to a bubble-bath and a long masturbation session after she had coffee with her dad. That would help assuage the ache for sex that her body felt. Her body was already tingling with anticipation. It seemed that her body wanted and demanded sex more than it had before the delicious, almost violent fucking that her muscular brother had given her the previous day.

When she went into the house, however, she didn't smell coffee. She looked into the living room and, to her consternation, saw that her father was fast asleep in his recliner with several empty beer bottles on the table next to his chair. She decided that she would go ahead and take her bubble bath. If he was awake when she got out, she would offer him a cup of coffee.

She turned the water on and poured a generous amount of bubble bath into the tub. She stood before the bathroom mirror and slowly removed her clothing. Her breasts had filled out so much that her bra was too small. She needed a bigger bra. She currently wore a 32B and decided that she probably needed a C cup. She unfastened the bra, unfettering her firm breasts. They looked good. They looked sexy. They barely sagged at all. They were perfectly round and her nipples were small, pink, and pointed up at a 45 degree angle. She hefted them, liking what she saw in the mirror. She removed her panties and could see that her clit was swollen. She marveled at how sexy her body looked. Her pussy was wet and the labia were also swollen. Her stomach was flat and her abs were well-defined. Her legs were long and lean with sleek muscles. There was no fat on her body, but everything had filled out. Even her ass had filled out and it was as hard as a rock. Her body was ready for sex and she wanted it badly, even though she realized that yesterday's session should have satisfied her for weeks. Just picturing her brother fucking her deep, as he held her bottom in his hands, her back against the wall, her calves on his shoulders, her legs wide open to accept the wonderfully deep and fierce fucking he had given her, made her want it again. It had been delightful and she could not get if off of her mind.

She knew that wasn't going to happen again, so she promised herself that she would play with herself in the tub then, later, she would lay on her bed and bring herself to the brink of climax several times before she allowed herself to orgasm. Sometimes, when she did that, she squirted. She wasn't sure exactly what that was, or why she did it sometimes but not others, but it felt really good.

As she lay in the tub, she tweaked her nipples with her soapy hands and imagined that Nolan was sucking them. She ran her hands over her body, feeling of her musculature and delicious curves. She felt so sexy. She felt beautiful and desirable - more than at any time in her life. She had spent countless hours developing this body, with one goal in mind - to please her brother. Every sit-up, every push-up, every mile ran, every visit to the tanning bed had been focused on one goal - making her body as perfect as it could be for her brother's enjoyment. She hadn't fooled herself. She wanted sex with him and had never taken the pact to abstain very seriously. She had intended to have sex with him as often and as long as she could. Her fantasy was to move away with him somewhere and live with him for the rest of her life. As she contemplated these things she brought herself to the brink of orgasm several times. Her body was tingling all over. It felt wonderful, but she needed release. She got out of the tub, dried herself off and anticipated the wonderful orgasms that she would give herself later. One wouldn't be enough. She deserved more than one. As hot as she was she could possibly cum 3 or 4 times. She fully intended to do just that.

Jessica was tempted to just go into her bedroom, lock the door, and begin her long masturbatory session. She couldn't remember ever being so ready and eager to masturbate in her young life. She wanted, however, to check on her dad. She would make him a cup of coffee if he would drink it. She couldn't bear the thought of putting her bra back on. It was so tight that it was uncomfortable and she had worn it all day. She slipped a tight tee shirt over her head (She was outgrowing all her tee shirts. They all seemed to show 3 or 4 inches of her midriff.), put a pair of white bikini panties on, then slipped some loose-legged athletic shorts on.

As she came out of her bedroom and made her way to the kitchen, she looked into the living room to see if Marty was awake. He was fully reclined, but was holding the TV remote and yawning. He had obviously just awakened.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Want coffee? I was just about to make some."

Marty regarded her. "I didn't even know you were home. I'll take some coffee, but I really need a shower. I think I may have had a couple too many beers. I need to try to sober up."

Jessica wondered if she should gently chastise her father. He really was not supposed to be drinking - even beer. He had assured them that he wouldn't let it get out of control, however. Still, he needed to know that she disapproved. Didn't he?

"Daddy, I wish you wouldn't do that..." she began. "I'm not fussing at you. I promise. But you're ever so much more fun when you're totally sober..."

"I didn't raise you two to tell me what to do..." he began, his voice rising. "Shit, Jess. I know you're right. I'm just glad y'all are here to try to keep me in line. I mean that. I'm a pretty sorry old cuss, I know."

"No, no, no! You are a good man, Daddy. I love you. I do," she smiled. "Now go take your shower and I'll have you a perfect cup of coffee when you get out. What do you want to eat?"

Marty made his way toward his daughter, his gait slightly wavering. "I just want some of your delicious coffee, honey." He leaned over and put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "You're a real treasure, Sweetie."

When he came out of the bathroom, some 15 minutes later, he had shaved and he smelled good. He was dressed in an old Auburn tee shirt and a pair of running shorts. Jessica noticed that his legs still looked athletic, despite the fact that he was over 40 years old, had suffered a debilitating injury, and was an alcoholic and a drug addict. He was a handsome, muscular, desirable, man.

As they sat at the table, enjoying their coffee, Jessica noticed that her father's eyes kept straying to her chest. She glanced down and noticed that her nipples were hard. She should have worn a bra, she realized. She remembered, however, that her mother would sometimes take her bra off at the end of a hard day, saying that the "sisters" needed a breather. It was uncomfortable to wear a bra all day, particularly if it was a bit too small! Once she realized that he kept glancing at them, though, she couldn't stop thinking about it and, in her very horny state, it only served to arouse her even more. She was anxious to get to her bedroom and take care of that situation. She didn't want to cut off the conversation with her father, though. That would be rude.

After a few minutes, Marty finished his coffee, again remarking how delicious it was and how she could make it more perfectly than anyone else. He got up and went to his recliner. Jessica rinsed the coffee cups and told him she was going to take a short nap, thinking that would keep him from disturbing her.

"Come over and give your old man a hug first, pretty girl," he said.

Jessica thought back to a few weeks previously, and how nice, yet slightly uncomfortable, it had been to sit in her father's lap for a few minutes. She had felt closer to him for that few minutes than she had in years. She recognized that she had been through a few years of emotional trauma and that was why she had inappropriate thoughts when her brother and now, her father, showed her affection. She figured that her father only wanted a hug, though. Then she would be free to go to her room and give herself sexual relief - something she direly needed.

She went to her father and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He grabbed her arm and gently pulled her into his lap, as he had the previous week. She immediately realized that he was already hard. The last time she hadn't noticed that, at first. She wondered if his glances at her chest had caused him to become aroused. His arms felt good around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder, basking in the love that she felt from her father. He kissed her neck, sending delicious thrills down her body. He placed his hand on her naked midriff and started stroking her tummy. It felt nice. Despite the fact that he had an obvious erection, she felt safe and loved and was willing to put her "session" off for a few moments to enjoy these few moments in her daddy's arms.

Marty stroked her midriff for a few moments, then stroked her bare legs, allowing his hand to drift underneath the loose-legged running shorts. She thought, for a moment, that he was going to reach all the way to her ass-cheeks, but he stopped just short. Then he gently stroked her sides and the portion of her tummy that was covered by the tee shirt. It all felt good, but his fingers were getting dangerously close to her breasts. What if he touched them? How would she extricate herself from this situation? Was it her imagination, or was he breathing rapidly, as if he were very aroused. He had stopped talking. He just continually stroked her body - her bare tummy, her legs, her neck, her shoulders...

He kissed her on the nape of the neck again. Already aroused, as she had been all day, it felt wonderful - way more wonderful than it should feel, considering the situation. Then she realized that his fingers had crept underneath her tee shirt, but at the back. As she lay in his lap, her head on his shoulder, he suddenly reached his hand underneath her shirt and rubbed her bare back, as if he were trying to massage her back muscles with one hand.

What was he doing? Should she try to get out of this situation now? What he was doing felt good, and she wasn't sure that it was exactly inappropriate, but there was no denying that his cock was as hard as a rock and she was sitting on it. Her own panties were wet, she knew. Her body had been abuzz all day long and sitting in her father's lap had only exacerbated the situation.

Marty continued to stroke his daughter's back but, as he stroked down her side he hit a ticklish spot and she jerked and his hand ended up mashed against the bottom of one of her breasts.

"I'm ticklish there, Daddy," she giggled, realizing that his hand was now against the bottom of her left breast. He wasn't moving it away; didn't he realize it? Probably not. She imagined what it would feel like if he moved his hand up and over the top of her breast. Of course, she would immediately stop him, but for that one or two seconds, would it feel good to her? She thought it probably would - though she certainly would not let him know that!

Marty didn't move his hand away. She realized that his other hand was now making its way underneath her shirt and was stroking her ribcage, right below her right breast. He moved it upward very slowly until it, too, was touching the underside of her breast. She could feel her own heart beating rapidly, her breath becoming shallow. She should be getting out of his lap now! Why wasn't she? Was she waiting to see what he would do? She felt paralyzed, as if she could not possibly extricate herself from a situation that she knew transgressed a line. Once that line was crossed, once deniability had been destroyed, there was no going back. Their relationship would change. The transgression, welcome or not, could never be forgotten.

Suddenly, without warning, Marty moved both hands upward, grasping both of Jessica's bare breasts. He immediately gripped them and delicately tweaked the nipples.

Jessica gasped and sat up, trying to pull herself away from her father. "Daddy, no, no! What are you doing? Please, let me up, Daddy! Please?" she begged, realizing that it just felt so good that she could not possibly allow him to continue.

Instead, Marty kept his hold on her left breast and, using his right hand began to pull her shirt upward. She struggled, half-heartedly, but he was a very strong man. She couldn't get away from him. He was now using both hands to push the tee shirt up, exposing her perfect young breasts to his lecherous gaze. He pushed her forward and wrestled with the shirt until he got it off of her. It flashed through her mind that she should have and could have put up more of a struggle. Her entire upper body was uncovered as her father wrestled her toward him, turning her body almost 180 degrees. He hugged her tightly as he began to lick and suck at one of her nipples.

"Nooooooo! Daddy, please? No, don't do that!!" she screamed, even as she realized that his oral ministrations of her breasts were causing her body to react in the very opposite way than was proper. He wasn't hurting her. He had her arms pinned, but there was no pain. He was licking at her nipple and then took it in his mouth and gently sucked it.

He took her nipple out of his mouth for a moment. "You shouldn't walk around displaying your body to men and expect them not to react, Jessica. You knew what you were doing. It's been pretty plain to me for quite a while that you are proud of your body and enjoy showing it off. You like this don't you?" he demanded.

She tried with all her might to move her arms, but he had them pinned. She half-heartedly tried to knee him in the nuts, but she couldn't. She heard him laugh and then he moved to her other breast and started licking and sucking it, as well. This was Ra*e! Wasn't it? He was sexually molesting her, so why did it feel so good? She longed to just let him suck her breasts for as long as he wanted - as long as he didn't try anything else, she would even be willing to keep this between them.

"Daddy, let me go! This is wrong, Daddy! Please stop! I won't tell anyone if you will stop now. I swear! Don't do this!" she moaned. She hoped that Nolan wouldn't get home and see this. She knew that he would kill their father. She didn't want that. She could never tell anyone about this, no matter what happened. She didn't want her father to get in trouble. She didn't want any harm to come to him, no matter what he did to her. He was sick. This was not something that a normal person would do to their own daughter - not without consent, anyway.

Marty managed to reach and grab the handle to the recliner, moving them from a reclining position to sitting straight up. Showing similar strength to what her brother had done the previous evening, he stood, picking her up and carried her into his bedroom, where he lay her gently on the bed.

Jessica immediately sprang up, intending to run past him and out of the room. He grabbed her arm and pushed her to her back on the bed. "Stay there, Jessica. I won't hurt you, Baby," he said flatly as he took his shirt off and pushed his shorts and underwear down.

"NO!!" she groaned as she saw her father's fully engorged manhood spring into view. Even in her dismay, she noted that her father's prick was almost exactly the same size as her brother's. Big and hard and ready. She felt her pussy spasm in anticipation. Why was her body betraying her? She didn't want to be raped!

"Daddy, think about what you're doing! You can't do this! Please, don't! I love you, Daddy. Don't do this to me! Please!" she whined, her breath coming in huge gasps.

"You'll thank me, pretty girl," he stated. He grasped her shorts and pulled them, along with her panties, down her legs as she continued to struggle against him. She was powerless to stop him. Did she even want to stop him? Now she was totally naked and he took a moment to gaze at her lush nakedness.

"I gotta admit, girl. I had no idea you were put together this well. You're a very sexy girl. Sexy girls like you get a lot of attention, though. Am I right? How many times have you been cracked? And don't even try to tell me you're a virgin. I can tell by the way you act that you're not an innocent."

"Daddy, please?"

"Answer my question, Jessica!" he yelled, scaring her. "It's a simple question," he said, more calmly. "I didn't mean to yell, Honey. I'm sorry."

The last thing she wanted was for him to be angry. If this was inevitable, it would be even worse if he was angry at her. She didn't want him to know that she was excited and she despised herself for being so weak, but she was certainly not going to provoke him in any way.

"I've only done it a few times, I swear. Only one boy. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry. I want to be a good girl. Honest. Please don't do this!" she moaned in desperation.

"You are a good girl, Jesse. Even good girls need sex when they get horny. Am I right?" he said gently as he stroked her breasts with his fingertips as he stood beside the bed.

She glanced at his cock. It was as hard as steel. She imagined it was going to feel wonderful and she wondered if she could manage to keep him from knowing the pleasure he was bound to give her. She didn't want to be forced and she didn't want sex with her father, or anyone else but her brother, but she knew now that it was going to happen. As much as she wanted what he was about to do, she couldn't just lay back and enjoy it. She knew her body was reacting to him, though. Even at this moment, as much as she hated the situation, she was basking in the realization that her father was lusting after her ripe young body. She was very proud of her body and couldn't help but be thrilled when it was appreciated.

Marty got onto the bed and on top of Jessica who, despite the fact that her body was totally aroused, was trembling with fear. Her only experience with sex was with her beloved brother, whom she trusted completely. She didn't know what to expect from her volatile father. He held her wrists above her head and bent his head to lick and suck at her breasts. He was gentle and loving. He knew how to pleasure a woman. He gently suckled her nipples and licked them with rapid flicks of his tongue. He took them between his teeth and applied a very slight pressure, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes, determined not to let him know how wonderful it felt, but she knew that her nipples were as hard as pebbles. Her father certainly could not help but be aware that she was aroused, even if it was against her will.

Suddenly Marty got between her legs, forcing them open with one strong hand while his other hand pinned her wrists above her head. He moved so that his raging cock was pressed against her wet opening. He felt of her, then inserted a finger inside her. It slid in easily, so he pressed two fingers inside her. This time he was met with more resistance, but she was incredibly and surprisingly wet.

"I can tell you want it, Little Girl. Your little pussy is wet and ready for your daddy. You're hot for it, aren't you, Honey? You can't help it."

"No, Daddy! We shouldn't do this. I'm sorry for dressing that way. I promise I will do better! I wasn't thinking, Daddy!" She knew how wrong this was and, no matter how good it might feel, she knew that she would feel guilty later. Her chest was heaving with her labored breathing. "Please? Please don't!" she moaned as he gently inserted first one, then two, thick fingers inside her. 'No,' she thought. 'Please don't feel good. Please.'

Suddenly she got one of her arms free and began to push at his shoulder and chest. She couldn't budge him. At the same time, Marty removed his fingers from her sopping pussy and pushed the head of his cock inside her.

"Nooooooooooooo!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Daddy! Please don't!"

Marty almost laughed at her ineffectual straining against his far-superior strength. She was trying to shove him with her free hand, but he could tell that it was half-hearted. He grasped it and pinned it down. Now he had one of her hands in each of his hands, his cock head now inside her.

"Calm down, Jessica," he whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just lay back and enjoy it. You can't stop me, and I don't think you really want to," he smiled. "If I really thought you wanted me not to do it, I wouldn't. Both of us need this."

Jessica stopped fighting. He was right. She could not stop him. Fighting him might even cause him to hurt her. She would just lay there and let him have his way. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. No way would she let him know how incredibly turned on this made her.

"I'm going to let your arms go if you promise not to fight me," he told her.

Jessica nodded and he let her arms loose. She put them straight down by her sides and kept her eyes tightly shut, trying to get her breathing under control.

Marty pushed himself upward and into her now. His thick cock penetrated her easily. She was amazingly wet and slick, though extremely tight. He could tell that she hadn't had sex a great number of times. She was too tight. She may have been telling him the truth about having only one partner, he thought. He wondered who it had been.

Jessica felt her father's cock slide slowly yet inexorably deeper inside her until she knew he was as far in as he could get. Then he stopped. She gritted her teeth, not from pain, but to fight off the intense pleasure that was threatening to overtake her. Her body was designed both to experience sex and to enjoy it. Every fiber of her physical being knew she was having sex. She could feel her wet pussy grasping her father's wonderfully long and thick cock in welcome. He was giving her exactly what her body wanted and needed. The pleasure centers of her brain were being stimulated en masse. She prayed that he would just go ahead and cum and roll off of her before he realized how much she was enjoyed this incestuous coupling.

He pulled his cock out several inches, then slid back in. Then he repeated that, slowly and gently. Then again; and again; and again. She could feel his breath on her neck and could hear his grunts of pleasure.

Ra*e was a violent act and wasn't about pleasure. This was something she had heard a thousand times. But her father, even though he had forced himself on her, was not being violent. He was not hurting her. It felt good. It felt fantastic! And he was obviously experiencing pleasure. There was nothing violent about what he was doing.

Jessica opened her eyes. Marty was looking directly in her face as he stroked in and out of her clasping, saturated pussy over and over.

"Am I hurting you, Jess?" he asked.

Jessica reluctantly shook her head.

"Does it feel good? It does, doesn't it?" he smiled.

Jessica just stared into his eyes, trying her best to pretend it did not feel great.

"I think you like it. You probably won't even tell on me. You don't want me to get in trouble, do you?" he grinned.

Jessica shook her head. No, she didn't want him to get in trouble! She wanted this, but was not about to let him know it. But she was now afraid that she was going to have an orgasm because what he was doing to her was satisfying the intense horniness that she had been experienced all day. She knew it was going to be a strong one and she just hoped that he wouldn't realize it.

Marty turned her face toward him and kissed her lips. She didn't react. He drew his cock nearly all the way out, allowing only his swollen cock-head to remain inside her. Then he plunged into her quickly. Her mouth and eyes opened, as in surprise.

Marty continued to pull his cock nearly all the way out of her, very slowly, then more forcefully thrusting into her. He could tell that his daughter's breathing was shallow. He sensed that she was loving what he was doing to her, even though she was not participating. She was just lying there.

He quickened his pace. His strokes were long and relatively fast; not violent. Jessica could feel her orgasm threatening to overtake her. She closed her eyes. Her father was, obviously, way more experienced than her brother, even though she doubted he could ever match what had happened between her and her brother the day before. But her father was fucking her with such desire and passion and expertise. She simply loved it and she wished that she could tell him how good it was!

Then it hit her. She reached for the sheet and bit down on it to keep from screaming out. She kept her eyes closed tightly as a tsunami of pure pleasure swept over her body. She had no control over her hips as they reflexively began to hunch upward, welcoming each expert thrust of her father's loins. She could feel his long, thick cock thrusting into her with great rapidity. It was wonderful! She was on fire with lust and passion as her pussy cramped around his pleasure-giving rod. Her hands, involuntarily, reached for his ass-cheeks and pulled him deep inside her. She pulled at him to keep his thick phallus inside her as her orgasm continued to wash over her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably from head to foot.

She put her feet flat on the bed, her knees bent, as she thrust her open loins upward to him, fucking herself on his thick length of daddy-cock as she held him still with her grasping hands on his buttocks.

Marty glanced down at the lust-inciting view of his daughter's body as she bucked up at him, obviously in the throes of a violent orgasm. His cock pulsed and his load of pent-up man-seed began its journey down his shaft and began to spew huge gobs into his daughter's young, sex-hungry, body.

"Jess! Oh, honey, it's so good! I'm cumming, Baby Girl!" he groaned as he began to deposit, seemingly, quarts of his jism inside his daughter's body.

Marty lay panting on top of his daughter, his heart racing as he came down from the best orgasm he had had in many years. Jessica's legs were spread around his body. Her own chest was heaving and perspiration covered both of their bodies. Her face was averted from him and her eyes were closed.

Marty knew what he had done was wrong - by far the worst thing he had ever done in his life. He had let his lust guide him and now his guilt gripped him fiercely. She could never forgive him, he knew. She probably would not tell anyone, but still - she could never be expected to forgive. He had ruined his relationship with his own daughter. This young woman had always been ready to forgive him, no matter what. She loved him unconditionally. But that was over now. He rolled off of her and turned his back to her. Tears began to roll down his cheeks and great sobs caused his chest to heave.

"What have I done?" he cried. "Oh God, what have I done?"

He felt his daughter move behind him. She scooted close to him and threw her arm over him. He felt her kiss his back, then lay her cheek against it. He felt her warm breasts pushed against him, her hardened nipples digging into his back.

"Jess?" he sniffled.

He felt her little hand reaching for and grasping his deflated, wet, cock.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered as she kissed his back again.​