What happens under the covers…Stays under the covers.. Part 2.

PART 2

Chapter Three

Michael awoke with a start, his mind struggling to separate fantasy from reality as a vision of his daughter, whimpering and crying out his name with unhampered bliss, echoed in his ears.

Had he really made love with his 15 year old daughter last night?

He would have chalked it up as a wonderfully erotic, disturbingly incestuous dream, if not for the petite body snuggled up next to him in bed. The covers were wrapped tightly around her, hiding her body from his confused stare and no doubt warding off the early morning chill. He didn’t have to look at the alarm clock beside his bed to know that the power was still out; he could see his breath as it hung in the air around him.

It took several minutes of contemplation before he decided he’d better brave the cold temperature and get to the bathroom before he pissed himself and would then have to explain to Sarah why he was frozen to the sheets.

As Michael disentangled himself from his daughter’s limbs he couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. How had he let things go so far with Sarah? Had it been circumstances; their mutual fear of storms and the unhappy memories one provoked, mixed with the need to share their body heat when the power went out? Perhaps combined with the beer he had consumed and his lack of sex?

Michael shook his head, frustrated by his confusion, and slid out of bed. As he made his way towards his adjoining bathroom he stopped to glance out the window. Thankfully it had stopped snowing but the thick white blanket that covered the ground had to be at least 10 inches thick. A layer of ice encrusted the top of the snow and from what he could see, everything else in its path as well. Tree limbs scattered the ground and power lines hung dangerously low thanks to the added weight of the ice. The streets were still unplowed, impassable. “Great, doesn’t look like they’ll have the power restored anytime soon.” He thought to himself.

They’d have to do something soon or risk freezing to death. The thought brought to mind the incredible heat he and Sarah’s bodies had generated together the night before. She had been so soft, so warm. They had completely forgotten about everything around them but the feel of their bodies entwined beneath the heavy blanket. He felt his cock swell with the intimate memories, yet refused to admit that his hard-on was anything more than typical male morning wood and his immediate need to pee.

After using the bathroom and quickly brushing his teeth, Michael headed back to bed. As he lifted the covers, ready to slide in beside his sleeping daughter, he couldn’t help but notice the naked flesh that stared back at him. It had been mostly dark last night when they had made love and he had not been afforded the beautiful view he was getting now. Sarah’s long, dark hair was spread out around her angelic face as she lay flat on her back sleeping peacefully. Her skin was flawless, her teenaged body tight and supple. His eyes scanned over her, really seeing her curvaceous figure for the first time. Her breasts were a little small yet perfectly shaped with taut nipples that instantly puckered when kissed by the brisk air that met her body as he pulled the blanket down lower. He took in his daughter’s flat stomach and long, shapely legs, stopping when his hungry eyes lit on the thin, neatly trimmed thatch of dark curls that covered her mound. He could just make out the small folds of female flesh that lay partially hidden beneath her pubic hair, but he remembered all too clearly how tantalizing they tasted. A taste he was more than eager to sample again…and again. His cock sprang to life despite the incapacitating cold.

Michael carefully climbed into bed, wanting desperately to let his little girl remain asleep. He had a better way in mind to wake her up. As he slid in beside her, Michael didn’t stop until his body was completely beneath the blankets. Gently he spread her legs and positioned himself between them, his mouth poised at her opening. He wanted desperately to see the amazing treasure he was about to consume yet knew that the cold air would surely wake his sleeping lover.

Lover? Did one night of unbridled sex make his minor daughter his lover now? When he remembered her responsiveness to his touch, her eagerness to please his hungry body, the way no other woman ever had…yes she was his lover now. No other man would be touching or tasting Sarah the way he had, the way he wanted to do again. Right or wrong, he wanted her, needed her.

The first flick of his tongue against her tiny clit rewarded him with a soft moan, yet didn’t wake his sleeping beauty. He spread her perfect lips with his fingers and slid his wet tongue up the entire length of her slit. One taste and he was once again entranced by her unique flavor, her erotic essence. Michael tenderly lapped at his daughter’s pussy with his skillful tongue. He had no intention of rushing but instead savored the release of sweet honey that followed each tender lick across her quickly arousing flesh.

Another soft moan filled his ears and made him smile. He felt her stirring and gave her pussy another long, drawn out lick. From the crevice between her ass checks to her wonderfully swollen clitoris, he tasted every inch of her.