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The sound of her screaming orgasm was echoing through his mind as he continued to come down from his high, as his manhood continued to twitch inside of his little girl. But would she be embarrassed by the pleasure she experienced? Disgusted once she started thinking clearer now that it was all over? It felt like an eternity had passed after he expressed his love to her, but in reality it only took a moment for her to say it back, and he was filled with an immense amount of relief that prompted tears to well up in his eyes. She explained that she didn't know it could feel the way it had, and he nodded against her as he said, "Neither did Iβ¦" And that was the truth. He didn't think he'd have been able to lose himself in his daughter the way he had. He'd lost control in the most delightful way, experienced pleasure he hadn't felt in so very longβ¦ all from his little girl. Where did they go from here? How would they act around each other from here on out?
She expressed her gratitude for him saving her, which suddenly brought the reality of the situation back into the focus. He'd almost forgotten what this was all about. This wasn't just about the sex even though that's what it felt like in the heat of the moment. This was about curing his little girl. She kissed him tenderly, a kiss filled with love and affection. But as sweet as her lips tasted, it left a bitter taste in mouth because he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the cure actually took this time. The doctor had prescribed three more "doses" over the next three weeks, but what would happen after that? Were they just supposed to forget the obvious and intense chemistry they had? Could they forget it? How was he supposed to ever make love to his wife again knowing he had Lily just down the hall? His little girl who adored him and whom he adored in return? He'd never experienced the type of pleasure he'd experienced just now with Mia. He'd never felt such an intense, emotional, and raw connection. And he was just supposed to let that go?
He could feel a sense of possessiveness growing for his daughters, which was probably why he held her a bit closer and refused to leave her body just yet. But part of him knew he would have to let her go if that was her choice. He was her father. That was his job. He couldn't hold onto her forever, could he? Much to his delight, Lily's body relaxed into his embrace, invited it. "You're welcome," he whispered back, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth.
They laid there, silently holding each other for some time, savoring the warm hum of each other's bodies, but Henry knew that they needed to move. "We should probably get cleaned up," he said. "Maybe grab some dinner if you're up for it? Or we can get something delivered?" It was strange to try and return to a semblance of normalcy after everything that had happened, but what else were they supposed to do?
As delicately as he could, he slowly removed himself from his daughter's body, feeling shivers when his manhood suffered through the temperature difference between Lily's molten core and his air conditioned house. And as he did that, he couldn't help but steal a glance at the mess he'd made between his daughter's legs. Her poor little pussy was red and raw and swollen, leaking a deluge of his thick, white seed that gushed out of her to create a puddle on the wet spot that had already stained the couch cushion beneath her. He took a look at his deflating manhood, covered in a glaze of their combined fluids and dripping down onto other parts of the couch cushion.
Shitβ¦ he'd need to clean that up too. He only hoped it would easily come out of the fabric. Otherwise, he was setting himself up for a big and awkward fight with Mia in the very near future. Quickly pulling up his pants and boxers and shoving his manhood back inside of them so as not to make an even bigger mess, he said, "I'll draw you a warm bath. It should help with some of the uhβ¦" He nervously cleared his throat, "sorenessβ¦ but let me get you something to help clean up firstβ¦"
He walked upstairs to his master bathroom where the large bath tub was located, and started the water. Then, he grabbed a towel and walked back downstairs. He hesitated for a moment. Should he clean her up? Did she want to do it on her own? Eventually, he handed her the towel as he said, "You should drink some water tooβ¦ I'll get you someβ¦" She most certainly needed some water after the drinks she'd had, but it was also clearly a way to avoid the awkwardness between them.
So, after handing her the towel, he went to the kitchen and got her a cup of ice water. He waited until he heard her walk upstairs, and then he made his way up too, hoping that she'd already be submerged in the bath water, so he could deliver it to her without her being so exposed.
What were the rules and etiquette here? How was he supposed to treat his daughter after fucking her and inseminating her? He had no idea. He was trying his best to be casual, to act normally, but the truth of the matter was that this was far from normal. They were both in uncharted territory.
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