Depraved Pastime - Kate Pt.2

Pushing an already broken father/daughter relationship to perversion. Part 2. – Priming the family

The next few days we stayed at my place. I tried to give Kate some space, but secretly have been planning my next move to get her closer to Harry and do more of what ever this is.

I was meticulously working on her overcoming the shame. I blamed it on my twisted love her, that this made her special and reminded her constantly that nobody got hurt and we all actually enjoyed it if we were just honest. …and even if this was just me manipulating her, I believe there were a lot of truth to it.

We slowly broke the ice. We came up with a silent understanding: it was my taboo-fantasy and she could enjoy that I enjoyed it, if that makes any sense – she would kind of be into it for me, so she doesn’t have to admit that she is actually into it herself. Very confusing, but I had her back on track; as a bonus, this way I could even ask or demand things from her, and she had the excuse to just be “doing it for me”.

Meanwhile, I had been working on Harry, too. We secretly started messaging; I didn’t hold back with him. I was basically sexting him about how I liked him enjoying his daughter, …and oh boy, he didn’t hold back either. He told me that he had been sniffing Kate’s used panties and that he occasionally put his cum in her shampoo and food for years – what a little sicko. The incident where he molested her on the couch, wasn’t even the first time something like this happened, it was just the first time he got caught.

I send him sexy pictures of Kate, as a little reward for every depraved thing he revealed. I kept Kate mostly in the dark. Kate knew we were taking sex photos for Harry, but just to hypothetically send them, for her it was just fantasizing at that point.

We spent more time at her place again and Harry was always skulking around us whenever we were there, while Kate was comfortable again teasing him.

The breakthrough came on a weekend when we all three had lunch together (which I could barely enjoy, since Harry made it. So, there was a chance I was eating his cum, too.). Kate was wearing a summer dress and had intentionally no panties on, but no opportunity arose to flash her ass to her father yet, which noticeable frustrated Kate to my surprise. She was in a good mood.

I grabbed her and we made ourselves comfortable on a sun lounger on the terrace. The weather was good; we had some beer. I was super horny, since a can’t resist a summer dress. We started making out. I caressed her butt with my fingertips on her labia, then she gave me this look. A big smile with lit up eyes. She got up and repositioned me and the sun lounger and crawled onto me, giggling with anticipation. It took a moment for me to realize; Harry was watching through the patio door, and Kate’s bottom was now facing him. We deeply kissed and I began to caress her ass and pussy under her dress again. I slowly pulled up her dress, bevor I exposed her, she grabbed my hand and looked me deep the eyes. I held for a moment, then I kept on going to expose her. She didn’t really resist it, it was more like giving me permission. We started to make out harder. Her father had now the perfect view of the dripping wet bottom of his daughter. I slightly pulled apart her buttchecks for an even better view and this girl smiled with disbelief. We couldn’t satisfy our desires anymore. We sucked our tongues and I rubbed her clit. I unzipped my pants, Kate whispered: “stop, this is too much.”, but it was to late; my dick was already out and its head pushing on her wet entrance. I pushed her with a tight hug onto me and my penis. She couldn’t resist and began rocking up and down. I was so hard and hit her deep with every thrust.

The sound of the opening patio door startled her. She pulled down her dress and set up, still on me. It looked like a girl casually sitting on her boyfriend, but my dick was still buried deep inside her. Harry was heading in our direction; kind of slow and creepy.

“Oh god, is he serious?” Kate whispered in panic to herself.

Her dad stopped right next to us. In a moment of awkward silence, he rested his big hand on his daughter’s shoulder, his fingers reaching down her cleavage, just far enough to be barely too much. We froze. With an awkward smile he asked: “uhm, ...you want, …uhm another beer, or something different, I go and grab something from the store? …watermelon, maybe?” I guess he realized his move was too bold, and then tried to get out of the situation. …but what if he just went further? Would Kate stop him?

I pressed Kate’s hand and slowly started rocking again; grinding her pussy just a little bit but hard; my penis slightly hitting her cervix just right, every time. It was like back then on the couch. We all knew what was happening, but pretended not to notice; that this was a normal situation. Harry's hand was still on his daughter’s skin, feeling even the slightest movement; Kate barely able to hold this conversation while suppressing her moans; My rod deep in her, twitching violently on the edge of climax.

Kate interrupted me fucking her, by signaling me with patting on my chest. “We don’t need anything. We won’t be around much longer!” also signaling her father to back off.

Harry left disappointed and Kate looked at me in disbelieve again. I brushed her lips and check with my thumb. “You are so fucking crazy hot. God, I love you!” …pretending this was her doing and praising her for it, so she couldn’t complain or make a scene out of it. She took the bait and laughed with me, gave me a kiss and stood up. “I need to get fucking wasted! …let’s get to your place and finish this!”