Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

She turned away to watch her own fingers tippy-toe across your skin. Tracing abstract patterns that tickled and tingled along your hyped up senses.

“I wouldn’t even mind if I did get pregnant. Again, we could just say it was from some stupid boy at school who’s now run away. It would give me an excuse to drop out early and just stay here with you. I could have a lovely little girl who was both a sister and my daughter and we could raise her together to see that love shouldn’t be cut short for the people who are closest to each other in all the world…”

You had to stop this little daydream of hers before it got any further… or began to sound tempting. You let just a hint of your self-disgust enter your voice to make it sound flat, stern and commanding.

“You’re not going to get pregnant and you shouldn’t even think about dropping out of school. I won’t let you throw away your life like that just to stay with me. We’ll go to the clinic tomorrow and get you a morning after pill. And this is never happening again!”

She looked suitably cowed by that. But to you the words sounded empty and hypocritical, especially seeing as you still hadn’t seen fit to pull out of her. Who were you to stamp on her dreams when you couldn’t even tell when yours had become reality. How were you supposed to teach her to control her urges when your own were so wildly in control of you. Could you even go to sleep tonight without fearing you would grab hold and claim her again?

No more words were spoken that evening. You helped her up and carried her to the bathroom, her legs now tired and trailed with little paths of mixed liquid. You went straight to bed yourself, listening to the sound of running water as she freshened herself up and brushed her teeth. She came to your room once more, her own bed left vacant. You felt the weight of her joining the mattress but did not turn over. So she settled in behind you rather than in her usual alcove in front, lying a thin arm around your waist. It felt cold once more, not having a smaller body to wrap yourself around, but you bore the wanting. Who knows what your body did that night, but your mind stayed blank and dreamless. When you awoke she was already gone.

You drove out to pick her up from school, a rare occurrence these days what with it being an easy walking distance. The summer sun lined the sidewalks outside with a parade of long legs and short skirts. It was a good school, you could tell because the older students would often mill around for hours outside socialising or attending extra-curricular activities. You picked out your daughter immediately, unable to mistake that thin frame and nervous grace anywhere. She was chatting with one of her teachers, a prim young woman with curly blonde hair.

“Well hello there Sir! It’s not often we get to see you. Though your lovely girl here is always telling us about your latest work. How’s it coming along?”

Her tone was friendly, but in your current mindset it felt like an interrogation. You just wanted to get going and see this done. “Slowly. Been a bit distracted lately. We’ve got an appointment to get to.”

“Oh, yes of course! Go on lovey and get yourself going.” She waved your daughter round the car, blushingly apologetic. But then leaned in close to you to speak in quieter tones.

“Of course we’ve heard about your situation at home, it must be very tough for the pair of you. I just thought you’d like to know that after a rocky couple of months she seems to be doing much better now, her grades have never been higher. It’s a testament to you as a single parent that your girl is bouncing back from this so well.”

Seeing your daughter enter the other door of the car she backed off, leaving your heart racing. For a second there you’d thought ‘your situation at home’ meant… but of course it didn’t. She was just a caring teacher concerned how your wife’s absence was affecting her student. As you pulled away she waved cheerily and shouted: “Don’t forget the last parent-teacher meeting before summer is next week! I look forward to seeing you there!” Your daughter smiled sweetly at you as the car rumbled along. “I think Miss Fae likes you Dad.” She joked, casually reaching out to lay a hand on your inner thigh.

The clinic waiting room was all white walls and information leaflets. Being the after school slot it was mainly filled with various pockets of young girls, giggling with each other around the one worried-looking friend they’d come to escort. You couldn’t help noticing some of them were eyeing you up with the newly measured glances of harlots-to-be. Your daughter must also have noticed for she had taken your hand tightly and was shooting evil glances at them. An old woman opposite grinned at you politely, speaking up above the babble with a voice like sloppy gravel.

“Nice to see a father looking out f’r his girl like this. It’s not somethin’ you see much these days… Have you run off whichever boy got her inta trouble?” Both you and your daughter blushed with embarrassment over this intrusion, but the old gossip took no notice. If only she knew the truth you thought, she’d be over the moon, telling everyone she met for weeks about the vile pervert and his slutty daughter.

Instead she waited until your child was called away by a nurse, to face down the doctor, alone and strong. Before stating, loudly and proudly: “No, she’s a good girl that one. Daddy’s little angel. You can see it in ‘er eyes. You two have something very special, I’d wager, a love that’s bigger than busses. You look after that angel now mister, whoever she chooses to mess around with. If you’ve raised her all ‘ese years you gotta trust she knows who she’s picken’ and why she’s picken’ em! She’ll always know where she’s safest! Right in her Daddy’s arms eh?”

From here the woman simply dissolved into a bubbling cackle. The sound pneumonia might make after telling whiskey lung a dirty joke. You were glad when your daughter reappeared a short while later, beaming at you in her own bubbling fashion. She practically skipped back to the car, waving the paper prescription bag she held around like a gold nugget from the river. Only once you were inside and on the move did she inform you what it contained.

“Contraceptives pills!” She grinned, as if those words themselves were comparable to Christmas day and several birthdays. “Enough to last us for months!” She opened the package there and then and gulped one down without a drop of water. You couldn’t help your mind jumping to thoughts of how she’d developed such skills.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“They gave me the big one which means all the times you’ve cum in me already shouldn’t matter, then wanted to have a little chat about my ‘sexual relations’.”

She anticipated your glance across at her here, and had a clever smirk well prepared.

“I told them I was in a long term relationship with an older man, but that he was very respectful and never asked me to do anything I didn’t want to do. They asked if you knew him and said ‘Yes, very well.’ which seemed to cheer them up. They said I was lucky to have such a good lover and father and I agreed wholeheartedly!”

She swung her arms around you at this and kissed you on the cheek, luckily at a moment when you weren’t liable to swerve off the road. Then in a wholly different voice, a silken whisper she directed right into your ear, she said:

“If only they knew they were one and the same person, huh Dad? And that these pills meant you can fuck me over and over and over, every day of the week, and not have to worry about a thing!”

This time you nearly did crash the car, but the girl hardly noticed. She was already creeping her way down your chest toward your crotch. She didn’t ask or consider, simply unzipped your fly and drew out your cock. You hated how quickly it leapt to her touch now, jumping into her hands and towards those soft lips. Your daughter swallowed you whole in broad daylight, chasing down the pill that seemed to have sealed your fate. The doors of your car were probably high enough to hide her activities, probably, but still the risks burned into you. Burned almost as hot as the vicious delight of her lapping tongue. The fact that you could be discovered at any moment, by any passing truck or SUV, only heightened your spiking nerves as she guzzled upon them. At one point you caught a red light only to have a cop car pull up alongside. You tried defiantly not to look over. The driver was on the far side and his partner appeared to be dozing. The oblivious sword-swallower below made a particularly loud gurgle and your neck crunched round to catch the steering officer directly in the eye… He tipped his hat and drove on.

Still your heart couldn’t take much more, you turned right on out of suburbia. Away from all the probing stares and traffic lights. Away from all the strangers who might recognise you and places you’d been before. Out into the country. Out toward the sea. Once you were away from the oppression of overhanging buildings you could begin to relax once more. She really was a fantastic cocksucker, the daughter you’d raised. Even in such confined spaces and amidst the rumbling sway of the vehicle, she never missed a beat. Never caught you with a tooth she didn’t mean to. Never seemed to tire or need to come up for air. Never got bored of devoting herself to the task, until it was done and she had received her mouthful reward.

She licked you clean but left your pants wide open and your meat exposed, as if always considering the possibility of a second helping. She gave you a cummy grin, showing off to you that she hadn’t quite finished playing with her meal yet, before sitting up to work out where you were. Seemingly content with your choice of direction she pulled out a pair of sunglasses and proceeded to spend the next fifteen minutes or so dipping her fingers into her own mouth. Swirling her own little pool of salty goop around to make sticky, translucent strings then suck it back off each digit. You simply watched in silence, turning off up an old coast road and enjoying the lazy drive sunshine. Eventually she gave up and swallowed her prize, lying back to hang her long, slender legs out the window. Her toes wriggled and twinkled in the wind, painted an unusually girly pink. She rested her head on your shoulder and just let the world slide by.