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RafaleMace

RafaleMace

Super-Earth
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Jun 14, 2012
Location
Mexico
Raphael was a young father, being only 20 by the time he was father of a girl, he never really "grew up", being always playful and charismatic, he really enjoyed being at parties and fooling around. As his daughter grew up tho, he understood he had someone to protect and care for, and he always did (Even if some people said he was overprotective at times). Now, a successful businessman, he was always there for his daughter, even if he was away on some trip.

It was a warm Spring Day, it was the weekend and he always went to practice to the Sports Gym he and his family were affiliated to. He took out his racquet and decided to play some Tennis while he waited for the football game, he was betting on the Steelers to win. The court was big, just cleaned and all alone, most of the associates didn't like to go when there were games, they preffered to stay home and watch the games at home, so the gym was pretty much all for him.

He was playing on the one-man court, hitting the ball each time, thinking about what he would do after to go watch it with the family, maybe a restaurant? Or maybe a BBQ at home? Who knows...
 
It was a beautiful spring day, with hardly a cloud in the sky. No rain threatens to ruin everything. In fact not one white wisp of cloud could be seen amongst such brilliant blue, not even a puff. To be put quite simply…it couldn’t get any better than this. The light was like a warm caress on exposed skin, gentle but there all the same. Winter almost felt like some far-off dream. Only two, three months ago, snow covered everything in soft downy white. Now yellow, pink and purple tulips dot the vibrant green grass wherever a person looked.

Nadia wiped a trail of sweat out of her eyes. Muscles aching deliciously –almost in a way that was borderline addictive-, adrenaline singing through her veins, it felt good to be alive. Long strands of fiery red, dark and slightly wavy with moisture, sway about while she bounced the basketball. Her tank top clung to her every curve. A natural beauty by right, there was no makeup concealing any of those pretty features. Green eyes glanced at the watch dangling from her right wrist, only to return back to the net. The swish of the basketball passing through followed seconds later.

“Dad?” she called, the words finding their way over to the tennis court nearby. “I know the game isn’t for another few hours, but how about we grab some lunch? I’m starving.”
 
Raphael was hitting the ball as Nadia called him, making him miss the shot. "Damn." He thought to himself, he was close to the 100 hit mark. "Yeah, seems like a good idea, I'm hungry as well." He remarked as he went to pick up the ball and proceeded to walk to the basketball court to greet his daughter, who was a beauty indeed, making him a jealous father at times. Standing at 6'0 and 180lbs, he was a force to be reckoned with for any guy who tried to get close to his daughter.

They quickly arrived to the restaurant at the gym, he orderes a bit of meat and tuna, both a guilty pleasure and a healthy meal to be able to recover his energies. "Ask whatever you want baby doll." He remarked as he ordered his meal, waiting for Nadia to order.
 
“Mm…” Nadia studied the menu for a little bit, eyes darkening to that of a grassy green. It was strange but fascinating, how her irises change colors at times. Mostly a chartreuse shade due to the large amount of yellow, now there was very little to be seen. Instead there were blue and yellow rays radiating throughout the green. “Um, well…” Tendrils of hair fell against the soft curve of her cheek. “I think I’ll have a chicken salad, with ranch dressing, please.” Meat in a nest of fresh vegetables, a guilty pleasure but healthy as well.

Once the bartender picked up the menus and went off to get their drinks, she relaxed back in her seat. At five foot eight, 155 pounds, she was a delicate flower no one would suspect have thorns. “I can’t wait to see the game later…Oh! I forgot…I have to finish up some English homework tonight… Can you record it for me? That way I can see it later? I really don’t want to miss it…” In order to win, she pulled out the cute puppy-dog look she perfected as a kid.
 
He looked at her as they talked regarding the game, he disliked the fact she would not watch the game with him, that was something they had, ever since several years ago. "Alright, but you got to make it up!" He said in a joking manner as they started eating and talking regarding the game, and the job and school.

Soon enough, they finished eating and went home, where he walked to set up the DVR to record the game as he started to make everything ready for the game, in expectancy of Nadia joining him to the game.
 
Nadia could hear his preparations all the way from her room. It was torture, since she wanted to see the game so bad. Yes, they have been doing that together for years, but it was their thing. Words began dancing in front of her eyes as she fought to concentrate on the story she had to read. Yet it was to no avail. Though she loved to read, it was hard to focus on it when one of her favorite teams was about to play. Her fingers curled tighter around the pencil she had.

"Dad? Do you think...I can watch the game with you, and later on you help me with my homework?" she asked. Earlier she had taken a shower, so now she was in comfy pajama pants and a slimming tank top. Her hair was dark with water, the tips dripping onto her shirt.
 
(Ooc: HEy I forgot, Mother is not with them is she?)

He kept working on the preparations for the game, which was barely minutes from starting. It felt lonely without Nadia though, it was indeed their thing. He finally finished and was about to sit down when he noticed his daughter had just arrived to ask him if she could watch the game with him. Same as her, he took a bathroom shortly after arriving, and was right now sitting in a white shirt and gray pants which made his body look better than it really was. "Of course, I'll be more than glad to help you with the homework after we beat the Cowboys!" He said, extremely excited about it, specially because he got to see the game with his Daughter.
 
“Awesome, thanks so much!” Nadia eagerly joined him on the couch. Anticipation crackled in the air, only rising further as various fans cheer, smile, and wave at the camera. There was hundreds –perhaps thousands- of people there to watch their favorite football team. “Go Steelers!” she cried herself, even though nobody could hear it besides herself and her father. It wasn’t long before fifty-three men, clad in black and gold rushed out onto the green field. More cheers met their arrival. Nadia leaned forward out of excitement, eyes intent while she reached for something to snack on. “This is going to be an awesome game!” she told Raphael with a brilliant smile, one that often disarmed men when confronted with its beauty. Every curve was outlined in the tank top she wore. Little red strands framed her pretty face, and her eyes positively luminous.

[I honestly don't remember what we discussed about the mother...]
 
"Hey its all good." He replied as she thanked him, there was nothing he preferred than to spend sometime with his daugther, after all they had always been close. As the team went to the field, Raphael helped his daughter cheer as the game was closer and closer to the beginning. "I know! Its time for us to teach those guys a lesson!" He mentioned as the coin was tossed, Cowbows won and decided to receive, which meant a harder 1st quarter, but a better 3rd. "Oh well, now its all about the D-Fence!" He mentioned as he tried to be the tough one, as if he was a member of the defence of the team.
 
Nadia rolled her eyes with a smile. The light began playing with their color, first making the orbs appear a sky blue, then a unique shade of green similar to that of emeralds. More cheering erupted from the television set. Ball high in the air, it was caught by a Cowboy, who began to run with his comrades in blue and white. The first quarter proved to be rather difficult for the Steelers. Of course the team made up for it later on, during the third quarter. About three hours later, the Steelers emerged victorious, the resulting score 35 to 3. It had been a marvelous game. Most snacks gone –being slowly digested-, it was close to four thirty.

“Mm, I’m glad I didn’t miss that game!” Nadia rose off the couch, arms stretching high above her head to get those kinks out of her shoulders and back. Her white tank top lifted a few inches, exposing her flat tanned belly. “How about tomorrow you help me with English homework? I honestly just want to relax right now…”
 
Raphael was calmly watching the game as it started, cheers were normal, but he enjoyed it when it was just Nadia and him. He was smiling as the game went progressively better for Steelers, finishing in what most commentarists would call a massacre. As the game came to an end, he smiled as they won, and yet it was only four thirty.

"I know! It was an awesome game!" He responded as she rose off the couch, his eyes couldn't avoid gazing on her belly, which was real flast, all thanks to the exercises they did. "Hey that was not the deal. But alright, just because Steelers won you can get it this time, but at first time tomorrow we do the homework, and then we go to the gym." That was the deal he made most times, since they went to the gym almost everyday, and weekends specially they couldn't miss it.
 
“Yeah, yeah… I know that wasn’t the deal. You have to admit though, homework sounds really boring after such an amazing game.” Nadia’s lips curved into one rather endearing smile. All her smiles were beautiful, but each one can be qualified as…unique. Much like snowflakes, no two look alike. The tank top did nothing to hide her curvaceous body. Because of their daily gym trips, there was not an ounce of fat to be seen. Instead, ripples of muscle were along her arms, and even on her legs. It definitely wasn’t gross on her, by any stretch. In fact…it was sexy.

Nadia bent down to his level. Both hands resting on his knees, this position gave him a splendid view of her cleavage. Of course, she wasn’t aware of this. Strands of red fell to curl against the girl’s cheek, only bringing out the vibrant green of her eyes. “Come on…Admit it,” she taunted playfully. “Tell me I’m right. You don’t want to mess with English homework just like I do. Right?” Her lips pulled into a grin. There was no way she was going to let him get out of not answering her.
 
He had to agree homework sounded terribly boring, but that was the point of homework after all. Smiling to hide the feeling of being played, he tried to formulate an argument but was unable to find one logical enough to be of any help.

As she bent on his knees, his eyes caught glimpse of her cleavage more than what he would feel comfortable with, making him rather nervous. "Yeah wel"... Even if its boring, you should do the homework or else you could get in trouble..." He said, his eyes losing hers in moments as he looked at her cleavage, then quickly going back. He could not imagine how did he get int this situation, with his daughter tring to beat him out of the situation he wasinvolved in.
 
Nadia didn’t notice his nervousness. “Dad, I don’t have school for another two days. Homework can wait until tomorrow…can’t it?” The look she gave was rather innocent, capable of tugging at any man’s heartstrings. Light played along her features. Her lips parted the slightest bit, her green eyes still intent on his. There was no escaping those luminous orbs, which look light green, with veins of darker green throughout. In fact…they could almost hypnotize people, really. A tilt of her head caused a few more red locks to fall against her cheek.

“Pretty, pretty please? You know I’ll do it… I never slack off when it comes to school… I just want to hold off for one day…” The air conditioning kicked on in the background, vents opening to give out chilly air. Goosebumps rose along Nadia’s arms, a shiver shaking her frame for a second. Because of this –and because she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her shirt- little peaks can be seen poking through the white material. Her hands gripped onto his knees a bit more tightly than earlier. It didn’t bother her in the slightest, since he was her father. He has seen all the embarrassing moments of her life. What’s this one?
 
He hated when she made that expression, specially because he could rarely say no to it as it is, but as he looked more and more to her eyes, he tried to keep the posture and the Dad role, but her eyes proved a fierce opponent in this objective. As the air conditioning turned on, the goosebumps, alongside with the little pokes on her white material made it really hard from him to concentrate. "Your... Your.. Why are you not wearing a bra?" He asked to try to get some space from her by the situation she had, as well as his increasing problem due to the sight he was having of his sweet daughter.
 
“What? I like not having to wear a bra at home, especially after working out. It’s not a problem…is it?” Nadia tilted her head, fiery red tendrils falling down against the delicate curve of her cheek. A rather endearing, not to mention very sexy, of course it was unintentional on her part. Everything she does is unintentional. Her almond-shaped green eyes, framed by dark lashes, kept gazing into his. The tension grew while the seconds passed, electricity heavy in the air. After a minute of waiting, she bit her bottom lip. The pink flesh darker due to the harsh treatment, it was closer to being red only moments later. “Dad…?”
 
He tried to reply it was not a problem, after all... It was his daughter after all. But the situation was, that it was a problem. He had always known she was innocent, but that fact was all the more enticing and sensual. "It usually doesn't... But... I don't know." He remarked, quite confused as to what he was thinking. On one side, he couldn't avoid knowing the girl, or rather the woman, that was in front of him, was causing on his body reactions only his wife caused. On the other, he couldn't avoid knowing that that woman, was his daughter!

How could he even consider it? And yet his mind could not avoid thinking that way. The worst part was that he couldn't say anything, in concern he could accidentally offend Nadia... But if he did not stop his mind, the damage could be even worse. What could he do?

"Its not you baby girl... Its just me, I guess I'm not yet used to seeing you as a woman already." He admitted, quite nervous of what her reaction could be.
 
Nadia thought over his words for a long minute, lips slightly pursed. Because of her deep musings, her eyes shifted to more of a dark green color, with veins of blue visible throughout. “That makes sense…” she finally spoke. “I mean, I am your daughter…and from what I’ve heard, it’s not easy to see your child as an adult. For nineteen years…okay, make that sixteen years, give or take a few… I was the silly little girl you loved and comforted. Now I don’t really need that comfort. I don’t cry when my knees get bruised, or if the boy I like dumps me. I’m able to take care of my own problems. I still love you just as much as I did when I was younger, but now I am a woman. So…um…sorry?”

The apologetic smile she gave him was genuine, though cute. It could even be considered sexy. After all, a dimple did make itself known. A few locks of fiery red fell against her cheek yet again, the ends tickling right along the underside of her chin. Moments passed, with nothing else being said…and not a move being made.

Of course…everything fell to pieces when her hands slipped. With a startled squeak, Nadia’s hands found his hips, her knees making contact with the inside of his knees. Her chest –nipples hard and everything- pressed hard against his.
 
He had understood that long ago, and that was not the problem, the problem with seeing his daughter like that was a much darker one, something that noone was supposed to feel for someone of their own blood, let alone their daughter! That was the reason he acted so weird.

As things went more and more silent, he tried to make things less awkawrd, until she slipped, her body pressing tight against his, his hands now placed on her hips, his mind slowly going nuts by the feeling of her soft breasts, alongside those hard nipples, pressing against his chest. His head was tilted so she wouldn't smack her head when she fell, his nose jus next to her neck, his breathing hitting her neck with how hot he was feeling in that moment.
 
“Oh! S-Sorry, Dad…I didn’t mean to fall…” Kyra felt her cheeks take on a heated blush, though of what color…there was no way of telling. When she moved to get up, her hips met his in a sensual motion, though completely by accident. Pink became red on smooth caramel skin. Fresh heat came into the picture, however…not because of embarrassment, but because of the unexpected arousal. Her fingers gripped onto his hips tight.

Hot breath hit the curve of her neck, making things even worse. A soft moan left her lips unbidden. Their chests pressed hard together, she could feel every contour, every muscle hiding beneath the shirt he wore. Dark green eyes, hinted with lust, met his. “Um… I-I’m sorry… I’ll, um… I probably should get started on my work…or get changed into some…different clothes…” Her hands came to rest on his chest, about ready to help her get up off the man. Of course she didn’t really want to, given everything…but she shouldn’t be feeling this way about her own father!
 
He looked at her, his hips next to hers as they looked at each other, his mind quickly going numb by the images going to his mind, even though he knew that was his daughter. His breathing kept hitting the back of her neck, the soft moan slowly made his hands move around her hips, as if wanting to pull her even closer to him, even though her body was already on top of his, her soft breasts, hard nipples included, pressing against his chest as his lips came closer to her neck, barely inches away.

As his dark, brown eyes met her now dark green, he heard her say that she should go, leave the closeness that their bodies had. The moment she started moving up, his hands, which were resting on her hips, quickly moved to her back and pulled her back to him, his lips merely centimeters away from her. "You can always do the work later, and besides... Sooner or later I must get used to seeing you like this, don't I?" He said as if pretending to be understanding, but in reality, all he wanted was for her to remain there, close to him..
 
Nadia felt her heart skip one beat, then two. Dark green eyes kept on dark brown, not sure what to do, but unable to look away. “Yes…you have to…sooner or later…” she managed somehow. “After all…I’m already nineteen…” Her hands trailed up his chest, only for the pair to curl over his shoulders. Because every inch of their bodies was…well, pressing together…it was driving her positively crazy. It felt too good. There was no denying it, especially in this…electric moment. Warm breath escaped her lips, only to tease his.

“So…” Her eyes dropped down to his, which were only mere centimeters away. Anticipation spread throughout her chest. “If I can always do the homework later…what do you suggest we do, until…later?” Many ideas ran through her mind, none being rated below M. More of her body moved towards his, just wanting more of his warmth. Hips accidentally grinding together, Nadia fought back another soft moan from escaping. A shiver did travel along her spine, however, which she couldn’t hide. “I mean…there is plenty of time…until bed…”
 
"That is true..." He responded to her reply of being 16. That should have immediately told him to back off, yet his mind was hitting places so dark, the age was nothing but a number, and a number he could care less about in that instant. "I have... a couple ideas..." He remarked as they looked at each other, the sexual tension growing was so hard it was something anyone who could have been there would detect immediately, they were just waiting on the other to make the first move... His manhood was pretty much poking her entrance now due to how close they were, the moan that escaped her mouth made him want to hear it more and more... "And a lot of things can happen between now and that hour.." He remarked as he looked at her one more instant, before moving his head into her, his lips clashing with hers on a strong, marked, lustful kiss as his hands trailed circles around her hips, going briefly to her ass and back as he kissed her, his lips dancing with hers with each kiss he gave her. He was done now, his lust and wild desires had taken control now.
 
“Oh…? What ideas do you have…?” Nadia’s words were cut off before she could finish, their lips clashing with a feverish need that surprised even her. Fireworks lit behind her fluttering eyes. It didn’t take long for her common sense to evaporate into thin air, never to be heard from again. Softly moaning, her head tilted, the kiss growing deeper as the seconds passed. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders hard, nails digging into the flesh. Their hips came to grind out of pure instinct, only to deliver fresh need throughout her body and his. A minute –or was it an eternity? - later, one hand rose from a broad shoulder, only to glide into dark locks…and grip on tight. Though her lungs were becoming oxygen-deprived…she didn’t dare break the kiss, not when it was feeling so damn…good… The hand in his hair growing tighter, her entire body strived to meet his, every inch pressing more tightly because of this. “Mm…” she moaned.
 
He felt her nails on his shoulders, digging so hard that some may say it hurt, but his mind was so gone, so lost in the lips of the girl... or woman? In front of him. As her hips moved to grind his, he also moved his, pressing his hard manhood deeper and deeper into hers, as if he tried to break her pants and panties and go straight inside, his hand now going to her hair, softly playing with her hair as the kiss felt longer and longer, almost as if it was never to be broken. His other hand was now resting on her back, playing with the edges of her tank top as they kept kissing, his tongue licking her lips as if asking permission to break through, wanting to meet her own tongue in a more lust-filled, intense kiss, which was already feeling so hot as if it could melt both their lips.
 
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