Part of Growing Up... (Lemon and Count)

[CountofTuscany]

Alexander Heilblum was a single father with many preoccupations and many needs. Raising two beautiful young girls was a hard job, especially when they had both coincided in their teenage years, now there's a roller-coaster ride. Luckily for him, he and his eldest daughter, now 21, had talked things out on previous, intimate occasions, and she had agreed to help him with his youngest daughter, currently 16, through hard times. It just so happened that Alexander was head CEO of Heilblum Corporations, a large business dedicated to investigating and innovating technology on many fields. Due to the current economic crisis, Alexander's business had become extra tight, no one wanted to spend money on "luxurious research" when people were starting to lose their jobs and other big businesses were on the line. In Alex's point of view, it was exactly the opposite of what they should do, but these old conservative folks were seemed to be extra stubborn and stupid, so he was trying to make as much lobby as possible to keep things rolling. So far, he had been doing okay, considering some big problems here and there in the past couple of years, so he had become somewhat stressed.

His eldest daughter had began to realize this when she went to college, starting to read and get 'the big picture' of what was going on in the world. She and Alex had grown very close as of recently, perhaps a little too close. Because of his work, he had become some what more absorbed than usual, making his presence around the house evidently lower. He had overseen the problems that his youngest daughter had began to form, some of her hormonal shifts, wishes and desires. Truth be told, Alexander was too worried about trying to keep people he cared for from losing their well earned jobs, he had good people, he made sure of that, but the banks weren't dropping any money, and some small governments were starting to be behind on their pay. It was time to do crazy things, such as aim for new markets, globalize even further, or just simply start suing. He didn't want to get to the last part though, it wasn't just within his personality.

Being a man of intellect and sociability all of his life, he had a complete vision of what man needed to be 'happy'. This was the direct connection between his cosmo-vision and his parenting, which was a mix of strict grade making and careful, loving correcting. He would get stern and 'mean' in desperate times, usually when his girls would opt for spoiled brat maneuvers, and help them through their troubles in an understanding sort of way. Of course, being an only father was tough, their mother and his wife had passed away when the smallest child was barely 9 or 8, he had to take care of them ever since. Because of this, there were special rituals or treatments, report card day was usually a special day in the family, they would go out to dinner, and depending on the grades the girls would either get scolded or be praised. His oldest girl had dropped out of that little game when she entered college, but his youngest was still in it.

Thus, today was a special day. As he had put in his agenda, today was report card day for his youngest girl. He had made it so that this night, and if things went right, this entire weekend would be just for his girls, he was starting to miss them. Alexander opened the door to his large beautiful well maintained home. As the girls had grown older, they had started to add dabs and specks of feminine to it, now the house was a pretty normal place, except for his study room, that was a mess entirely of his own. He opened the door to his home to smell a nice clean surrounding, he smiled, as he hung his work jacket next to the entrance. He called out to them, placing his keys into his pocket, and closing the door with a light push from his other hand, "Girls... I'm home!"

Alexander Heilblum was a tall and handsome man. He was nearing the age of 43 years, being a father at the early age of 22 when he just graduated early from college with his, at that time girlfriend, and after, passed away wife. He was also known for his classy style, now wearing a white classy shirt, with a tie of different thickness stripes and colors mixing dark greys and blues. He wore a dark gray pair of slacks and black leather shoes. All his suits had been custom tailored, meaning they fit him with a women-stunning perfection, or so he had been told. Even though for his age, he kept his body fit and muscular. He exercised regularly, daily if he could. He had a rich peach skin complexion and a pair of tender dark blue eyes. He kept his dark brown hair short and always well combed, and his facial hair under control. He stepped onto one of the living rooms of the house, saying out into his home, with his low toned tired voice, "Girls... I'm home." It had been a hard days work.

 

[Lemon]

"Dad is going to kill me..."

A bit dramatic, but, Lana really couldn't blame her younger sister for thinking to that extreme. After all, she had done the same, too. "Well, what are your grades? I helped you in everything I could...and you're smart, so it can't be that bad..." Maybe it was, and she was about to have to endure the hysterical cries of a sixteen year old girl, and the stern, knowledgeable words of a disappointed father. It was never fun, having to be the middle-man in these situations. But, someone had to do it, and ever since the death of their mother, Lana had pledged she would make up for the lack of support. Which, ultimately placed her in her current position. Consoling a very nervous, antsy Lily.

"I got a D...and a C..." Well, at least it wasn't an F. "Alright, well, obviously not what we wanted for you. What are the others?" Lily cleared her throat after her sister's question, her tone giving off the fact that she was very upset with herself. "They're all A's..." Lana quirked a brow at this, leaning against the kitchen counter while she tried to make sense of it. "Lily...how in the world did you get a D and a C, with everything else...A's? What subjects are they..." Having an older sister was bittersweet. Sweet in the sense that she was always there, and bitter in the sense that due to her always being there, she also knew everything, too.

"Doesn't matter, I'll be home in about an hour. Please don't tell Dad yet, I'll talk with him...I need to try and see if I can do some extra work, to raise these grades up ASAP. See you soon, and love you." That was it, she avoided it all together, and immediately, Lana knew that her younger sister wasn't telling the whole story. Obviously, these low grades weren't caused by her lack of knowledge. No, it had to be caused by something very futile, stupid, and fueled by teenage angst. Ugh, it was going to be a nightmare.

Just then, the front door was opened and she could hear the familiar sounds of her father. A smile immediately made it's way onto her face, and she settled the phone down, walking towards the entryway of their home. "Hey, dad," she greeted sweetly, "You look completely exhausted..." It was always a troubling sight for her. He worked himself to the bone, each and every day it seemed. Finally, he would get a break this weekend. Now, if only Lily had managed to keep her nose in her books, rather elsewhere. At first glance, it was almost startling, the resemblance Lana bore towards her mother. She was young, supple, and fresh. With long brown hair that flowed nearly to her bottom in naturally curled ringlets. Always fretting with them, as they enjoyed hanging too closely to her features.

Gentle, baby blue eyes seemed to glimmer with a never-ending supply of happiness, and while there was much to look at from the shoulders on up, there was plenty to admire below that, too. She was petite, with prominent hips and an impressive bust that managed to get her plenty of unwanted, and wanted attention. The way she presented herself, however, was nothing short of lady-like. Donned in dresses, skirts, and fitted attire that both flaunted her natural beauty and yet kept it respectively concealed, was something that seemed to drive every man interested in her, crazy. However, as tempting as their offers were, she was simply not interested. She had a lot on her plate, despite what others might have assumed.

With a lingering sense of deep affection flitting between them, she reached out, sweeping the tips of her fingers across her father's brow. A sigh, and she proceeded to comb back his hair, even if it needed no such attention. "Lily will be home in about an hour, little less..." She could only hope that her father's mood would be lifted up, now that he was home. He needed all the positive energy he could muster, for the news he was going to get from his youngest daughter. And, while it wasn't horrible, it certainly wouldn't make him any happier, only suspicious.

 

[CountofTuscany]

Alexander stared down at those precious eyes of hers, Lana reminded him so much of his wife, Lauren, that he couldn't help but feel a little bit of Lauren in her. Her soft hands came up to his hair, brushing him with a precise loving movement. He couldn't help out but let his heart and soul out through a warm sigh, letting his body finally come to a good rest into Lana's caring hands. He kissed Lana on the forehead, as his hands went to greet her, coming around to her shoulders. His lips developed a tender smile as she spoke, hearing her soft voice just sent waves of relaxation. "Oh really?" He perked his head up to look at the empty house, and then down at his daughter. Their relationship had been distorted into a type of sick love, passing the barriers that a father-daughter love should. It had it's times of normality, and falls where things got steamy and heavy, and seeing as how hard he had been working, he sure could use one of their wild falls right now.

They had managed, through careful gestures and moments, to keep their little sick love just between them. It all had started about a year ago, when Alexander arrived a little too drunk one night, and Lana had stayed by his side taking care of him. Alexander had always seen Lauren in Lana, it was something that was beyond his control, and on that night, he let his desires and emotions free. Even though he had been drunk, Alex remembered that night perfectly well, and he remembered each night after that. At first, it had been a complicated miss up for them, not knowing if to feel ashamed or to embrace their little episode, things got a little awkward. But ignoring their tension only lead to a build up, that exploded in another night of wild passion being freed. This cycled repeated at least another time, before they had a chance to actually speak it. It was clear that it wasn't normal, but it was also clear that they didn't care, and if they continued to do reckless make-up nights, Lana could even become pregnant. It was then that they had decided to let their emotions roam freely between the two, every so often, so as to not rise any suspicion, not even from Lily. Overall, it had been a good thing for their relationship being honest, it made their tight stronger, and also allowed each other to vent without feeling guilty the next morning.

Surprised by the fact that Lily was still not home, he stopped to ponder, looking down at her. His eyes looked at her beautiful hair, her skin, her nose, her eyes. His hands went from her shoulders, down to wrap around her fit waist, bringing her body against his in a quick and precise manner. His inquiry would not be so innocent at all, in fact, in an hour, he calculated they could get pretty busy, or perhaps, she had already planned something for them. Either way, it was going to be this weekend that they had to be together, he sure expected of her to have that in mind for them. "So..." He said lowly, Alex's eyes arriving at her precious little lips, "... what are you implying we do?" it had been quite a while since they had kissed, it had been quite a while since they had last committed a sin.

 

[Lemon]

"Yes, really," she murmured sweetly to him, relishing in the way he looked to her. He was full of such love, and she was lucky enough to be the one who received it daily. Their family had always been accustomed to staying tightly knit, even after the passing of their mother. If anything, her death brought them even closer. Lana knew she was a near spitting image of the deceased woman, and could only hope that she would grow to be a fifth of what her mother was. Yet, that desire became diluted after the passing years, as more and more mishaps managed to combust between herself and her father. It was an accident, to say the least, but after so many accidents, eventually, it becomes intentional. Lana knew the line had been crossed many times, and yet, it never stopped her from crossing it again.

The quick movement of her father made her gasp, flushing immediately, when she found her body pressed to his. There was barely any room left between them, and at this rate, she knew exactly what they would be doing within the hour. Lana bit into her bottom lip, a habit of her's, when she was either nervous...or growing a bit excited. In this case, it was both. It had been a considerably long while, since they had been together in any means. She had missed him horribly, and while they kept their distance at a respectable length, for Lily's sake, there was only so much Lana could take. Thus, she took it upon herself to sway her father further, into the direction he boldly wanted to step towards.

"I think you know," she whispered, her tone hot and heavy with intent. A little tip of her head, and she brushed her lips against his mouth, the tip of her bubblegum pink tongue cascading across the seam. "Daddy's little girl needs attention..." Lana stroked her palms across his chest, down to the tops of his pants, where she teasingly hooked her thumbs into the belt-loops found at this junction. From the stress of helping raise a sixteen year old, keeping the house tidy, and staying on top of her college education...it was about time, they were both given a break. The gods knew her father needed it the most.

 

[CountofTuscany]

The way Lana bit her lip made his mind blank for a second, as if the rest of the house didn't exist anymore. He let out a strong sigh through his lips, as his yearn for her skin grew. Memories of their previous times began to reappear, and so did his life force to go and do it again. Lana replied to him just as how he expected for her to, she was starting to become a real passionate young women, something that ignited his own fire further. He let out a low groan, as she tempted him as her hands quested down his muscular upper body. "Oh you little..." He said as he controlled himself from going down onto her lips with ultimate passion and eating them whole. "I think daddy's in a mood..." he said as he sought for her lips, pressing his nose against hers, "... too sooth his little girl's needs." One of his arms wrapped around her waist dropped a bit, to touch her ass lightly, pulling her pelvis into his as she pulled on his belt loops.

Alexander smelled her perfume, letting it seduce him completely. All he could feel was her warm body against his, her tender skin against his. He didn't want to ruin the moment, being like this was fine for him, but it would probably end up into even more build up if they didn't let go now. He tilted his head to the side a bit, letting a sigh into her mouth, he let his lips clash against hers finally. His sensory nerves went a bit of overload at first, as he got to feel her lips against his. He pushed her chin with his, breaking the kiss after a couple of seconds. His hand went from her ass up through her back to stretch his hand and place his palm on her entire back, holding her back with his hand firmly, "Oh... that was lovely dear." He told her honestly. He was looking forward to her, to tasting every bit of her skin.

He began to breathe heavier as his dick took no time spent and began to respond. He did not want to treat this like some fuck fest, he wasn't some needy animal. He wanted to make love to his girl, but in an hour, making love seemed like a hard thing. Perhaps it was better till they waited for tonight, when Lily would be plain asleep, and then then there he could do all the atrocities and sin he had just desired to do. "Where is Lily after all?" He said, letting go of her a little, letting space between them, he didn't want to rush things, and tired to cool their passions.

 

[Lemon]

To be in this close of quarters with her father, with this flooding sensation of tension between them, was enough to make her knees go weak. She could barely contain herself, and while she knew better than to rush this, and put him up against the wall, gods...she would give anything to have him take her, here and now. Yet, that wasn't how they worked. Oh, no. They took their time when it came to pleasuring each other. They explored every nook and cranny, traced wherever their fingers have gone, with lips and tongue. It was quite the indecent, overly aroused experience, and Lana had been yearning for it for quite some time now.

"I like it when you're in that mood," she answered him in a sheer whisper, barely able to hold back the gentle, almost pitiful exclaim of a whimper. He took her, arresting her mouth into a fervent, passionate kiss. It felt as if it had lasted a century, but, the moment he managed to pull away from her, Lana wanted to lean back in. Her young body was raging with hormones, and she could feel the telltale sign of a heated wave beginning to pulsate between her creamy thighs. Near torturous, her father left her there, hanging in the balance. It was obvious in the way his eldest daughter gazed up towards him, that she was eager, but, keeping herself at bay no less. "She needed to check something for school," she said, a small smile curling onto her previously kissed lips. "She won't make you wait all night, don't worry..."

She knew he missed his little girl, and the last thing she wanted to do, was have her father worry about whether or not Lily would catch them in the act. However, they both knew Lily, and when she said she was going to be home in an hour, it usually meant an extra fifteen minutes, on top of that. Thus, Lana took it upon herself to begin kissing across the firm, defined jawline that belonged to the man who helped bring her into existence. "I missed you so much..." Those words were soft, sweet, and more than genuine. While she appreciated her father's business, and what it had given them...she also loathed it at times, too.

 

[CountofTuscany]

Lana's intentions grew aggressively, pinning him against the wall, it was as if she was taking off the top from a pressured boiling pot. As her body attacked his, Alex didn't know if he could continue to play it cool. He gulped and replied, "Don't worry... I won't." Soon enough, he began to feel her soft lips begin to walk their way softly across his chin, his heart started to pump a little faster, his control over his body depleted with each and every kiss of hers. Her soft voice trailed up to his ears, whispering mind provoking thoughts into his imagination. For a second, he tried to shield himself from all the invading temptations, but the time between now and their last event was too big, he let her seducing manners get the best of him. His hands went to grab her waist firmly, digging his fingers into her. He lifted his head, closing his eyes, so that she would have an all access to his neck, with a noticeable adam's apple, her kisses were always so soothing.

With all of his mind, he tried to persuade himself to leave deserts for after supper. Alexander thought that he could manage to control his cock for this afternoon, and unleash his desires tonight, he thought that. He was just Lana having her fun, taunting her for tonight, preparing her for the night that was to come. He didn't even question the fact that she could seduce him, or the fact that leaving himself for bait was actually kind of evil. No, he just let his body rest and let it be loved by his daughter. He could stay there quite a while, but his body wanted other things, he wanted to taste her skin once more. He remembered her smell, the taste of her lips, her nipples, and the feeling of being inside her. Was it too much?

A loud sigh and heavy sigh escaped his body. Needing more air in return he inflated his chest, pushing into hers as he continued to hold her tightly in his grip. Finally, not bearing any more of it, Alex turned his head down, hoping to catch her majestic lips. "Come here... you." He whispered back at her, as he skewed his head, ready to lean in for a another mad kiss. His lips touched hers, as he tried with all his might, to bring her body as close to his as he could. His nose blowing onto her cheek, his head pushing down on her, he was ready for a complete assault, he was ready to take her.