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hearing her dad call out her name as though startled her for a second. Her eyes looked at where he was pointing as she felt him press her harder into the truck. Before the teenager could say anything she looked through the scope and How could she not notice how the man unbuttoned the from of her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. There were out in public in the middle of the day. What could possibly possess the man to do this here and now?

How could he think that she could spare an ounce of concentration on the bear when she felt such a well-endowed cock slowly filling her to the brim. "Yeah... I see it." She wasn't lying. She had seen the bear but she sure as hell was not paying attention. Hands were placed palms down upon the hood of the truck as she leaned over. One could think that she was getting a closer look. The walls of her sex were stretched. This was the man that held her on his shoulders during her brother's games. The very man who read her bedtime stories countless times when she was younger.

How could she see him in any other light other than as the man that helped bring her into this world. Eyes were closed and worry was there. Worry that they would get caught and worry that they would actually have to discuss this sometime soon. Was this going to be an unspoken thing? Soft lips parted to silently take in some air. It was crisp with the distinct scent of the pines littered around them. "That is one hell of a bear..." she managed to say.
 
Inch after inch of his member disappeared inside of her through the guise of looking at a bear. The bear was magnificent, both in the way it moved but also in it's impressive stature. It was easily one of the larger bears he had seen in person. "It's a male." He said responding to her comment. "Look at the ears, how far apart they are?" He said, his body never stopping the impure actions. "Look at how broad and how square it's head is. Look at the thick, powerful shoulders and the way it carries itself. Look how big he is, he's probably pretty old. Think about how many generations he has sired." Russell said, as he admired the bear. He almost felt at peace doing this, and if he wasn't, he was certainly satisfied. He would never picture fucking his wife in public like this, but his morality seemed to be all but gone when it came to Izzy. He couldn't bring himself to talk with her about what was happening or what had happened, at least not yet, but that didn't mean that he was unwilling to see how much his daughter was willing to let him get away with.

Their hips touched finally as his member was completely inside of her. He held it for a moment, pressing his hips into hers and pressing her into his truck. He was mostly sure there was no chance anyone would drive by. The road they were on was an old, unmarked logging road. There were a few people who knew about this spot as a bear watching spot, but it was a close knit group on a forum that he frequented. It didn't mean that other people didn't know about it, but from member testimony, people tended to be mostly left alone. He knew they both enjoyed their time last night, and part of him almost wanted to see how far he could push things with Izzy on this trip. Perhaps if his wife or his son were better family members, they could have saved Izzy by just showing up on the trip. His wife knew he had been somewhat of a sexual deviant in his past. The bear stopped, and seemed to glance towards the two of them. Holding it's gaze on them for a few moments and standing on it's hind legs before sauntering back into the wooded area from where it had come.

Once it disappeared, the intensity between them seemed to pick up. Grabbing the scope from her, and setting it on the ground, he pulled out of her. Grabbing her hand and leading her to the front of the family station wagon, he pushed her down onto her back on the hood. His movements were fast and almost agitated as he pulled her jeans off and tossed them aside. He was ontop of her once more, his hand finding her jacket before unzipping it. Leaning down, he took her lips with his own, kissing her like no man should kiss his daughter before he pierced her teen body once more. His arms snaked underneath her shoulders as he held her close.
 
All the sex-starved teenager could think of was how she should feel about this whole situation. Clearly, he held no objections, but she should have. Why did she not tell her father to back off? That this was not something that they should be entertaining in the slightest? His comment on the sex of the bear caused her to look at the creature in a curious manner. It was a sight that many people did not get to see, so she was grateful for that. Issy listened at her dad's commentary of the bear as he continued to get to know his daughter in a far more intimate manner, yet again. The idea that anyone could walk up and catch them in the act sent a stream of adrenaline to constantly course through her body, keeping her on edge. When the bump of his hips let her know that he was fully sheathed within her greedy tight sex. The movement of the bear caught her attention and a breath hitched in her throat as she exchanged glances with the massive animal. It seemed to send a silent parting before walking off and disappearing out of sight.

That seemed to be the end of their sight seeing as the scope was grabbed, causing her to finally look at her dad just in time for him to grab her by the hand. In very few steps she found herself laying on top of the hood of their ride and the jeans were hastily pulled off and left without a care as to where they landed. His hard cock could be seen bobbing with his movements, but her vision was cut off as her jacket was the next target of his attention. Her sex was hot and aching to be occupied once again. A surprised moan was fed to him, but still not a shred of resistance in sight. Instead, her tongue sought solace past his lips. The girl's mind was conflicted. Her mind remembering that this man kissing her and filling her full of sweet promise of an orgasmic feeling that would rock her world was her dad. As the pleasure rolled through the more she just wanted to verbally ask for more.

Now he was a bear. The man loomed over her and held her tight against him and his cock had only one way to go. It looked as though he was making sure that she was not going anywhere. The idea that they could be spotted was still in the back of her mind, but it was easily pushed aside thanks to him. It wasn't too long before she had to fight to hold back. nsides quivered as the tension mounted. Clearly she was not used to such skill and size and it showed. Shit. It was hard to talk herself down from the ledge, but that orgasm was determined to rip through her and hands clenched into fists as hot breaths spilled from her nose.
 
As her tongue pushed past his lips, his own pushed against hers. The kiss grew to be a little sloppy in the battle for dominance, though he supposed it was one of the few places she could gain the upper hand. There were no words, just a wave of desperate motions that left both parties panting. His arms held onto his daughter tight as he held her in place against the hood of his car with the weight of his body and the grip he had around her. He slid his cock into her again, though this time was much faster and much more deliberate. They were facing each other, kissing like it was their last night on Earth. There was no doubt in his mind what he was doing and who he was doing it to. He couldn't help himself as his primal nature seemed to take over. He could feel her body quiver underneath him, but his eyes had glazed over with lust for his daughter. While she may have been inexperienced and struggling to keep up, he was an animal with a certain bloodlust that couldn't be halted.

Her jacket still hung on her body, there was no time to remove it. His powerful hips thrust into her as he drove his member into her over and over. His grip tightened on her shoulders everytime he was pushing back inside of her. With each thrust, the car moved a little bit. Breaking the kiss, his hungry mouth found the tender flesh of her neck underneath her jacket. He figured they still had a few days, and he wanted to give her something to remember him by. Suckling at the smooth and immaculate skin of her neck and her shoulder, he continued to take his own daughter.

Gone were the thoughts of her soccer games and her first Homecoming dance. Gone were teaching her how to drive and dropping her off at her boyfriend's parents house for the first time. She was still his little girl, but their relationship had morphed into something new and unworldly. His morales and sense of justice had always been quite clear, though it appeared as though he were losing himself to a much darker and repressed person. The ride back to camp would be interesting, at least, if they had the conversation they should have it would be. As of right now, both of the O'Reilly's on the trip seemed decently content to see what would happen next.
 
All thought seemed to be washed away bit by bit by a tide of pleasure. The girl was getting plowed by a very experienced male and that seemed to overshadow the very identity of the male. The kiss was a blessing as she was feeding him moans and groans while her sex was pummeled over and over again. When the kiss was broken, she could not help but notice just how much air he actually needed. While her dad advanced to her neck, feebly did she attempt to bite back the sensual noises trying to escape. A gasp hitched itself in her throat as she was rocked with an orgasm that made her tighten around the invasive member stroking her insides. Her back arched and her eyes shut tight against the feeling of pleasure pulsing through her entire being. He left little room to recover as she was fucked through the orgasm and a moaned 'yes' was the only communication that she could muster to convey her hunger for more of him.

"Oh my God...." These were noises that could inflate the ego of a guy her age, but she did not think of how they could affect her father. He felt massive even in her slick sex. her eyes were laden with lust and there was a clear red hue to her cheeks from the contrasting heat from her entire body. It would be exciting to see him break. The trip back to camp would be... interesting... to say the least. How long was he going to casually sex her up while pretending they weren't verbally? "Oh yes... just like that..." It was clear that his daughter had no problems expressing how she felt and how she enjoyed it. Her heart was racing hard and she could feel herself reaching the apex of another climax, but tried to stave off the inevitable.
 
Any shred of reason or guilt was gone as he used his daughter like a very expensive sex toy. His breathing became a little more labored and the heat from their actions and the heavy clothes had him feeling quite sweaty. What flesh was exposed was searing from the mix of motion and the cold air around them. He was a hot and sweaty old man taking a pretty young thing against the hood of his car. Some would call him lucky, but most who saw it would think there was something wrong and that he had done some nefarious things to her. From the way he was holding her, she hardly moved as he drove the length of his member inside of her over and over again. Of course there was the occasional jolt when their hips crashed together, but it wasnt much.

Was it his pent up anger that had compelled him? The first night was barely admissible due to the circumstances. It was dark and her body at night was very similar to his wife's. It was an honest mistake. He even had some reasonable doubt. There hadnt been much evidence left over. At least none that he could see.

He looked down and met eyes with her. He was shooting her a glance, one that was unmistakable. They both knew what was going on, and they both seemed to be mostly in favor of it. The sounds she was making certainly didnt come from someone who wasnt enjoying themselves. He leaned down, kissing her again, his tongue slowly sliding between her lips and into her mouth.
 
Feeling him ram her over and over again had her panting for some much-needed air. The teen found it ridiculous just how good this felt. That fresh sex got tighter around that invasive member as she bordered on breaking one again. Thank heavens he decided to indulge in a kiss. There was the thought that she could make enough noise at the wrong time and get them discovered. Though her muffled mewls and moans were hardly any better. The girl was writhing in place and forced to acknowledge just how good her own dad was at sex. It was not vanilla and it was easy to gather, from the first night, that her parents were far from the cookie-cutter-loving duo that they led so many to believe. Her young mind was a sponge and as a teenage girl, she could retain information to utilize later on down the road with ease.

So her mother was fucking a doctor? Infidelity was a normal thing between Mister and Misses O'Reilly, or so it seemed. Was it a mutual polyamorous relationship? Were her parents keeping it under wraps for the sake of both her and her brother? Was the reason her mother was not here for the trip genuinely because she did not make her flight or was she fooling around with someone else? Surely that could not be the case! Her mother loved them, or at least her children. She would have questions for later. They had plenty of time on this trip and there was no way that he was going to spend it sexing up his daughter... or so she assumed. The tension mounted to its peak and she shattered and writhed in absolute pleasure. Hands baled up into fists and toes curled as her back feebly tried to arch. This feeling felt as though it lasted for eternity.
 
His large body and the heavy clothing made it difficult for the young teen to move, yet her father still found a way to enjoy her body in it's entirety. His cock completely inside her as she shattered around it once more. Nearly at the same time he came, releasing his seed deep inside of her. Holding his body over her, he panted hard as he drained his balls inside his daughter. Pulling out of her, he wiped his cock on her leg before he pulled his pants up

Pointing towards the truck, the unmistaken sound of a truck approaching. Loose bits of gravel rumbled on the ground as an old truck rumbled up the road. He couldnt see her, but he picked up his scope hopingvshe was quick enough to get dressed and get in the truck. Once she was inside, he quickly handed her the scope.

Up the road, the unmistakable markings of a park ranger truck lumbered up the road
 
That pulsing of his cock within her as he released was going to be a detail that she was getting addicted to and it was frightening. The swiftness with which he pulled his cock from within her and pulled his pants up was enough to prompt her to get herself straightened up as well and in the truck where Izzy was assaulted with slobbery kisses by Boomer who stuck his head upfront from the back seat. It caused her to laugh as the dog seemed insistent on kicking her brain through her ear with great determination. "Cut it out, Boomer!" Trying to fend off the dog and distract him with a scratch behind the ears. How could she not gift the dog a kiss on the muzzle and a smile?

It helped to shake the nervousness as the sound of the other truck became all the more prominent as it rolled on closer to them, no doubt just to check on what they were doing. Thank goodness the festivities had rounded up at just the right time. Her groin was still hot and sex was slick with their combined juices and the image still ran through her mind. The sound of a door slamming shut caused her heart to skip a beat out of shock as she could see the park ranger walking up to her father while also nothing her in the car with Boomer. "Dad, come and get your dog!" she voiced through the crack of the window as Boomer took that as a queue to lick her once again while trying to fit his big body up front. It would give the park ranger a heads up that she was his daughter and the laughter could dispel suspicions of some scenarios. Maybe she had been watching too much NCIS, Criminals Minds, and The Rookie as of lately, but she always liked to think ahead.

Patiently she waited in the truck while showering their dog in affection while still paying attention to what was going on between her father and the park ranger. Selfies were taken of her and Boomer and even though there was no signal, she could always post them when they got to somewhere with some cell reception.
 
The truck approached them and then stopped. The park ranger climbing out and adjusting the brim of his hat before stepping towards the truck. Knocking on the window, Russell smiled with a nod and opened the door to step out. His own heart was pounding, but he knew the park ranger hadn't seen anything. "One second dear." He said with a smile before he turned and faced the park ranger. "What are you guys doing out here?" The park ranger asked, though his tone was quite friendly. "Just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong." The park ranger added. Russell, taking the opportunity, splurged out what information he had gotten online before opening the door and grabbing the spotting scope.

"We saw a beautiful bear just up on the hill." He said offering the scope to the ranger who declined. "So we stopped to admire it and let our dog out to go potty." He said, realizing he sounded like an idiot. The ranger let out a laugh, making a coy statement about how Boomer shouldn't stray too far away from them in these parts. The sun had crested the horizon and was beginning to rise. The two men started a conversation about bears, and the park ranger seemed more than happy to just chat her father up. Something Russell was more than happy to oblige. He knew his daughter was happy to go, but didn't get into the trip nearly as much as he had. After a few moments, he stepped back towards the car, hoping she had put herself back together. "Honey, grab the leash and take Boomer out." He said before he leaned against his truck and continued the conversation.

After another few minutes, the park ranger left, his truck going back down the way it came. He had informed Russell that the road they were on wasn't off limits, but there wasn't anything further down of note to see, a subtle warning that they need not venture further. Waving as they were left alone, he let out a sigh of relief before he waited for her to rejoin him in the car. Part of him wanted the park ranger to stay, however, as the mere presence of another person meant he wasn't left alone with his daughter to sift through what was happening. When she returned, he started the car, turned around, and started driving back to camp.

The tension in the car was only amplified due to the silence between them. Finally, he cleared his throat. "What a bear..." He said finally, hoping to break the tension between them with a light conversation about what they had seen while keeping the subject of the conversation off of what they had been doing.
 
It looked as though her dad and the park ranger were bonding at some point over the bear and that was a relief, to say the least. Her clothes were back in order and her dad coming back and telling her to take Boomer out was easy enough to handle. The red leash was retrieved and the canine went haywire Once hooked up she got out of the car with Boomer leading the way away from the sight of the vehicle. The dog seemed to sniff anything that he could before taking a leak on a white spruce tree and a massive dump near a juniper shrub. "Goodness gracious Boomer, at least we can say that you are on one hell of a healthy diet. Let's go back." As they turned and went back up the hill she noticed that the park ranger was gone and her dad was waiting in the car.

Boomer was let into the backseat and his leash unhooked before she slipped into the front seat and they drove off. The tension was thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. "What a bear indeed." The girl was always quick with her tongue. It was a trait that she was told was straight from her mother: a very sharp tongue. She continued to look out of the passenger side window as trees, shrubs, and more trees went by. "What are we having for dinner tonight?" Another change of topic. "We did bring the stuff for smores." The girl had a sweet tooth unlike any other, and it did steer away from why lingered on both of their minds. The next question may have not been expected though.

"Can I sleep in your tent again tonight? After seeing that grizzly I'm not sure if I want to be by myself," of course there were other reasons, but since both wanted to tiptoe around the topic it was another legitimate excuse. "If Zack were here I'd just move my tent between yours and his, because let's be honest he's not the easiest to wake up, so the bear would have to get him first before getting to me..." It was a silly notion, but it had run through her head. "So it would buy me some time to run away." She shrugged her head at the highly unlikely scenario that had popped up in her head. "I guess I could sleep in my tent with Boomer, but he is all over the place." It was true.
 
He shrugged as he drove down the windy roads back towards their camp. It seemed as though she was Interested in dancing around what was beginning to happen between them. He shrugged. "We have hot dogs." He said thinking. "I could make chili tonight." He said mulling over their options.

He turned and net eyes with her when she mentioned s'mores. "You cant have smores for dinner." He said with a shake of his head. Reaching over and tussling her hair for a moment. He smiled at her before training his eyes back on the road. "Of course you can sleep in my tent." He said with a laugh at his daughters words. He opened his mouth to dispute her point, but closed it quickly and smiled at her. "Good plan."

He said before looking back at the road. It was decently silent for awhile, it was a long drive back after all. When they arrived at camp, he was quick to build their fire for the night. Heading down to the tent for a moment, he grabbed a blanket before setting in on her chair and began working on dinner for the evening.
 
"What do you mean I can't have s'mores for dinner?!" she groaned as her hair was touseled but she smiled and laughed out of surprise when he said that her pan was good. She even took her eyes from outside of the window and looked directly at him with a pure display of shock on her countenance. "Thank you, I appreciate that." She knew that he was joking with her but it was cute to hear him go along with it.

When they got back to camp she went to the restroom and walked back to see that her dad was getting the fire started and she noticed a blanket on her chair. It was clear the the temperature was slowly dropping as it got later in the day. Boomer seemed content chewing on a stick near her dad's chair so she made herself comfortable in her own chair and watched what her father conjured up for dinner that night.

"So, after dinner, I can dig into the marshmallows, right?" It was common knowledge in the family, that her brother and mother loved s'mores, but Izzy could annhialate the marshmallows alone. It was a wonder the girl was not diabetic, but then again the opportunity only arose when they went on trips like this one. With the bigger marshmallows she would crisp the outside and eat that crispy ooey gooey part and retoast it again. It didn't help that she was a bit of a pyro and loved fire.

It was odd when she thought about what they had done last night and earlier today. She could not help but wonder if it would happen again tonight. It was clearly an option since she had asked to sleep in his tent again and he had so easily taken her on the family car in broad daylight. Was it weird that she actually wanted it to happen again? WOuld the two ever actually speak about what was going on between them? These thoughts ran through her mind as she appeared to star into the flickering flames of the first. The crackling of the wood sounding in the air along with a distant chattering of those camping in the nearby areas.

Once dinner was and eaten she gave her compliments to the chef and helped herself to two gigantic marshemellows. Soft lips would wrap around the perimeter of the toasted marshmallow and pull of the outer layer with strings of melted marshmallow breaking away and a few short strands landing on her chin as she enjoyed with sweet treat with a hum of approval before retoasting what was left on her stick. When that one was done she wrapped herself up in the blanket that he had brought out for her and snuggled up in her camp chair. "What are the plans for tomorrow? Another early start?"

In all honesty it would be in her best interest to get dressed for bed, but leaving the warmth of the fire and the blanket with the cold settling in around them was quite the deterrent.
 
Things had always been rather different for the two of them. With his son, Zack, Russell knew what that kid was capable of mainly because he had taught him everything he knew. He taught him basic woodworking skills, how to fix most minor issues in a car, how to work with his hands and tools, and how to play most sports. He roughhoused with his son, and would often wrestle or play fight with him during trips like these. He was please to see Zack's progress and the man he had become. With Izzy, he wasn't sure what to think. The sky was the limit with that girl. She was smart, athletic, and could do anything she wanted if she put her mind to it. It was almost as though he were afraid she were fragile or something. Sure, he spent time taking her to whatever activity she was into, but it felt almost as though his wife were the one to solve her problems. They often had "girl's night" leaving the boys to buy pizza and watch a sports game or work on something outside.

"Yes, after dinner you can have some marshmellows. I made sure to buy those big ones you like." He said with a smile. During the shopping process, Russell had shopped for his entire family. The cooler he had brought chock full of supplies for four people. With just the two of them, Russell was pretty sure mose of the food wasw going to go bad. As he finished up making the hamburgers and grilling them over the fire, the two ate and watched as the flickering light of the orange and red fire served as their entertainment. When dinner was done, they tossed the paper plates into their entertainment. He had been quite hungry, but was more than happy to give Boomer the "dog tax" bit of food from his plate.

She asked about their plans for tomorrow and he shrugged. "Hm, well we could go see Old Faithful, that big famous geyser or we could go on some hikes." He said thinking to himself. Any thoughts of what had transpired last night and earlier this morning pushed out of his mind. It was almost like his brain had set up some kind of mental block. Like he couldn't deal with the fact that he was getting so much pleasure from defiling his little girl. If anyone else had or was doing that to her and he found it out it would surely mean trouble for that person. Yet, here he was, taking her so easily both times. The hypocracy alone made Russell shudder. So, he approached the problem like he always did, he ignored it until it became something else.

As the sun went down, the stars came out in droves. The night sky was on full display for them, and with no light pollution, everything was more than visible. Glancing over at her when she was done roasing the marshmallows. He took in her form for a brief moment. He could tell the night was going to be a cold one. Standing up, Russell cleaned up the little picnic table he had prepared the food on before preparing Boomer's bed in the back of the truck. Boomer, being the good dog he was, hopped into the back before Russell secured it. Making his way back to his chair, he plopped down. "How are you doing? Are you cold?" He asked her with a smile. "If you come over here I can show you some constellations." He said finally.
 
Those around them were in their own world and they were in their own. She could only imagine the shenanigans her brother was up to and she would pay good money to find out the real reason why she was unable to make the trip. How could her young mind not think about how they would be sleeping together again tonight?! Inwardly she groaned and shivered from nervousness. Tomorrow sounded just as fun as today, but she wouldn't put it past her dad to surprise her with something. The thought of what could be running through her father's mind was clawing at her. Was the man having multiple personality syndrome? Blanking out? What was going on?

Boomer was such a good boy. Issy would trust the dog over her brother, but that was how siblings were, especially brother and sister. It was comforting to watch her dad do his own thing. It was a wonder that their family stayed together with the secret life their parents led. her attention was snagged when he asked her the question of how she was feeling. It was a tad chilly but the fire was doing a damn good job of keeping her warm. "Yes, I am a little cold, but the fire is nice." At the word of her father she pulled her chair next to his and covered herself and most of the chair up with the blanket before looking up to the stars above. "They are gorgeous." Those eyes looked up with a genuine interest in what wasn't as beautiful back home.

"Dad? Is there anything that you do not know?" The question was asked with half of a smile on her face. True they did not spend nearly that much time together. Her mom was the one who would go shopping with her, who related to her hormonal states, and the parent that she would share her boy stories with. It was surprising how well her mom took the news of her having a boyfriend and how many secrets she assumed her mother had kept from her father. "Show me what you're got dad..." Her mind paying attention to the stars dotting the sky above.
 
Shaking off her question, he started. "Stars have been around since the dawn of human life." He started when she scooted close. "They were humanities first form on entertainment, as well as their first form of any kind of navigation." He said as he pointed out to her some of the nore well known constellations as well as some of the nore famous stories. He told her about sailors and showed her the north star as well as some planets. "Unfortunately, I couldnt find my telescope, otherwise youd have gotten a decent look at them." He said finally before he glanced down. The fire had nearly died by now, and he realized he had gotten lost in their conversation.

"Why don't you get ready for bed? I'll clean up came and come join you." He said as he stood, putting out the fire. He grabbed a leash, walking Boomer around the camp ground to ensure the dog got one last potty trip in before he refilled the water bowl and closed up the truck. There were a few other odds and ends he needed to clean up before he grabbed his toothbrush and brushed his teeth up at the bathrooms. Their second night here was starting to come to a close, and while part of him wanted to avoid getting into that tent, he knew it wasnt likely to happen.

When everything was taken care of, he headed back down to the tent, unsure of what he would find or what would happen once the zipper closed for the night.
 
Looking up at the star was nicer than she cared to admit. Often times she found her dad to be cheesy as hell, but this was a bonding moment that she would remember. It was getting late and when her dad suggested that she get ready for bed she was far from arguing with him. "Okay, was all she replied before getting up and out of her chair and walking over to the tent to get her clothes for the night and get to brushing her teeth and cleaning herself off. When all was said and done she was in the tent with an oversized tee shirt with panties underneath. In her dad's oversized sleeping bag she slid, just because the nights seemed to be extra cold when one would be in deep sleep.

She was nice and warm by the time her dad unzipped the tent and there was no questioning why she was in his tent. Her alibi of wanting to stay warm was on the tip of her tongue. He could tell her to get out, but she would bet that he would not object to the company. If her dad's actions today were anything to go by, tonight might be somewhat of a repeat from the last. The girl was deep in the sleeping bag with her head covered and she looked at the pictures through her phone. She had a solar powered battery pack that had been using to charge her phone and she had pictures dating back three years. After this particularly cute one with her on her dad's shoulders and their mom on Zack's while in a hotel pool, playing chicken fight. She was sixteen at the time and obviously her big ass brother was seventeen and already looking like a linebacker.

She couldn't quite remember where they had gone for that particular vacation, but she knew that it was one of their best ones. Their mom had gotten waisted on that trip and was quite cheerful, though elusive. It was one of their one moments where her and Zack got a taste of freedom and as long as they stuck together they were free to do as they pleased, provided it didn't break the bank. Izzy found herself wondering what her momand dad were actually doing while their kids were off doing their own thing. Were they doing one another or other people?
 
Mexico had been a crazy and lawless land. It had been the place where first confronted his wife and when he first began to notice his little girl. He had Zack keep an eye on her for a little bit, while he "dealt" with his problems the only way he knew how ar a hotel bar in his resort In Mexico. He had seen how his wife acted and the attention she drew while at the pool. All the while, he spent a decent amount of money on high end scotch, but he was all too tempted to sneak out and into the city. Part of him kept an eye on his kids, and he had a decent idea of the trouble they were getting into.

While his wife was sneaking into suites, he imagined the first time was when the two of then were alone in the pool's grotto. It was quiet and secluded enough and the resort was big enough where someone had to look to find it. Zackary was his little boy. He was found and relentless, and he was a bit of a daredevil. It wasnt hard to push his sister against the wall, and her bikini was so skimpy.

As he entered the tent, he stripped down to his boxers again before climbing into the sleeping bag. Adjusting his pillow, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. His cold, bare, hairy arms rested underneath her shirt, and his back pressed against her. He was amazed at how her body perfectly hit the curves of his. With a sigh, he closed his eyes. He didnt realize how tired he was after their long day.

They had gone to bed pretty early, and by eleven o clock, he was already growing a little restless. When he was sure she was sleeping, he lowered his boxers. Pushing her panties aside, he entered her slowly and pushed his cock into her until their his were touching once more. He tightened his grip on her before he started leaned into her, his breath concentrating on the back of her neck
 
It was a slight surprise and yet Izzy smiled when she found her dad pulling her against his body and getting comfortable. How was this girl's mind working when the man sharing body heat with her in the same sleeping bag was her own father? Despite that, she drifted off to sleep easily. It seemed that someone was content with a casual night tonight until it was a little later. It was so nice and warm in the sleeping bag that she had not even taken notice that her panties were being moved. This next move had her feeling like it was the most realistic wet dream she'd ever had.

There was a slight moan as he started stuffing her young body full of his cock. Nipples were erect against the fabric of the oversized shirt and her body was held tight against the strong form of her dad's so she was not going anywhere. As the rhythm went on and on Izzy found herself panting as the pleasure became undeniable. Half asleep she whispered her approval and her sex was snug around that experienced and well endowed cock. Maybe her mom and dad's sexual appetite was a trait passed onto their daughter, or maybe it was just a coincidence that she had a massive craving for getting her jollies off.

The warmth was starting to intensify. "Yes..." the girl whispered as brows furrowed and the pleasure was mounting. Her sex grew tighter and lightly did she wreathe in his embrace before she snapped and tensed up. This is what woke her up. The girl was soaked and yet she knew that they were far from done. "Fuck..." There was no resistance on her part and only desire. She could only guess what time it was, but it was clearly still late at night.
 
His motions were slow and methodical. It was clear what he was doing. There was no mistaking his movements. This wasn't a situation he would be able to talk himself out of if push came to shove. Then again, his daughter didn't exactly seem to be completely distraught from his actions. As a matter of fact, she seemed to be enjoying it. He could feel her jerk awake from her orgasm, and as soon as he was sure she had woken, he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue almost immediately invading her teen mouth in order to dance with her tongue.

As he continued to pump into her, his large hands had found their way up the smooth skin of her body, dragging a rough and calloused hand easily underneath her oversized shirt. His hands were massive against her teen body, and he roughly kneaded her breasts. If she hadn't been enjoying herself, this would have likely been a much different situation. His hips began to pick up a little steam, whatever jerking from her body as a result of his thrusts nullified by the hold he had over her. It was like she was his property, and he was doing exactly what he wanted with something that he had deemed his.

He stopped thrusting after slamming his cock into his daughter for a good few minutes. It was easy for him to adjust, and now that his member was slick with the mixture of their arousals, he wanted something else. His hand moved off her breast for just a moment to position his cock outside of his daughter's ass. He tightened his grip on her as he started to push the head of his cock against her other tight opening.
 
Izzy's depraved soul was fully invested in this moment. Panting lips were seized in a kiss and the moans were given no other choice other than to be fed to her dad. The girl had no choice to be his cock sleeve, though it was clear that she was far from opposed to the position. The man was well endowed and knew how to take what he wanted and in this case, it was her young body. Her sex was stuffed and her breasts were teased with calloused hands. When his actions ceased it gave her a moment to catch up with the moment. Instantly she missed being filled to the brim and in that same moment, her mind was struck with complete alertness as her dad made his next target all the more apparent.

I the span of a few seconds she had experienced euphoria, excitement, and nervousness. Never before has she been fucked in the ass so this was going to be quite the painful surprise. Apparently, her dad would be the one to break her in and the kissing was essential at this point unless he wanted her groans and gasps to be heard by those camping nearby. The nerve-lined walls of her ass were stretched and it had her heart feeling like her heart had stopped and as though she was holding her breath.

The girl was one hell of a trooper, but muffled noises were constantly fed in the midst of her kiss. If he thought her sex was tight, then her ass was on a whole different level.
 
The man strained, knowing that if she wasnt awake from their little warmup, she was fully awake now. It was tough, but he persisted. His body was much larger than hers, and even as he withdrew his member for a second only to double back and continue pushing it inside of his daughter's ass, his lips and tongue never left hers. It was a move he had learned in the past, signaling to Izzy this wasnt the first ass he had broken in.

Part of him knew her focus was on what was happening, so he took the time to gather her arms behind her back between their bodies, holding her wrists together with his large hand. His other hand still kneaded at her breast, twisting her nipple in between his fingers. His own breath hitched as he panted from the strain that defiling and sodomizing his daughter took on him.

Finally he spoke. "You are such a good girl Izzy." He said in a whisper. "Such a good girl." His praise was new, but their relationship had changed quite a bit over the last day and a half
 
There was no denying that her father was a very strong man and her arm being held behind her back some a new sensation. The sex that Izzy had sampled before was the plainest of the plain. Vanilla did not come close to what it was compared to what her father was laying on her. The twisting of her nipple lent a delicious pain. There was just enough pleasure to make the pain worth it. It was her first time, so she knew that the pain did not last.

Hearing his voice surprised her and yet the whispered tone translated in a different way and sent shivers to ghost along every inch of her exposed flesh. Isabella was enthralled at the moment. His cock felt all the more massive in her ass and the girl was showing more of her mother's side than she would ever know. "I love this," words whispered for his ears and his ears only. This night was proving more memorable than their first.

To say that she was soaked would have been a massive understatement and the fondling of her breasts and the twisting of her nipples was something that she would be ashamed to ask for again in the future.
 
When his cock had finally and deliberately been pushed inside of her ass, he held it there for a few brief moments allowing her to ge tf used to the sensation. Her mother had hated it at first, and while Izzy wasnt complaining, he wasnt too sure how she felt about it either. He had been a little sheepish before, but now he was taking what he wanted from her and almost expected she didnt utter a peep about it. She was becoming his own personal plaything, and while he was happy she was embracing it, he wondered how it had come to this.

She was his daughter. Her mother had dipped on the trip since the beginning, but he had ag least expected her brother to tag along to keep things civil. When he backed out, and the mixture of his own inadequacies, it was only a matter of time before he made a move like this. It was his wife and son's fault that this was happening, he reasoned. How could he be trusted?

Pulling his member from her ass, he slid it easily back into her pussy as his free hand left her breast and began to rub her now gaped ass. "You make me so happy." He said finally
 
Just as her dad settled the cock in her ass she was starting to get used to the full feeling. His hands upon her breasts and nipples being tweaked had her sex-soaked with evidence of just how turned on she was. Her mother and brother were far from her mind. The girl was hungry for her father's attention and there was nowhere in her mind where she could figure out why she was so depraved in this moment. Feeling his cock leave her ass and then make itself at home in her tight slick pussy had her fighting back a loud moan. That calloused hand caressing her ass and her sex was violated in a sinfully delicious way that she could never tire of.

To hear him utter how she made him feel did have her feeling a tad excited. It was not like she had ever had to beg for his affection. He was always supportive and a dad that many kids could only ask for. He's never laid a hand on her and sure, they fought more than a few times, but they'd always made up. Izzy was a teenage girl with a rebellious faze at one point, but she always loved her parents. It did not take rocket science to realize that she had a lot to be grateful for, but her love of having sex with her own dad just did not seem to be easy to explain.

"I love it when you do this..." she admitted as she relished the feeling of his cock buried in her young loins.
 
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