>Be Anonymous, big surprise. >Long day at the office as usual, draining to the very core. >Entering a warm home with hot dinner helps elevating that feeling. >”Welcome home father!” >Zecora, your daughter- >...Adoptive daughter actually. >-had since your dear wife’s sudden divorce taken up a great deal of responsibility in the household. >Cooking, cleaning and at the same time juggle school and social life. Seeing her here at home however each evening concerned you she chose the latter over the former. >”Baked potato fries and steak, medium rare as you prefer; no mistake!” “That’s great honey…” >Oh Christ. >Glancing into the kitchen you caught a glimpse of your daughter by the stove, clad in only white, panties and an apron. >...yeah her choice of clothing had also drastically changed to very scantally. Her entire demeanour had changed to risque and… slutty. >And it was definitely directed towards you. >Now, Zecora was a big, budding girl becoming a woman, a beautiful woman too. >And that meant her feelings and urges as a woman has starts to emerge and that’s something you get but… >Why you? >Can’t she just find a nice boyfriend? >”Father?” >She rounds the corner, concern clear in her eyes. >”Is there something amiss? Not hungry? Or do you…” >Her hand trail up to the neck strap of the apron, beginning to open up the knot. >”... rather have this?” >Too late to stop her, the apron falls to reveal her ample breasts for just a moment before you back to her. “Zecora! You can’t keep doing this! We shouldn’t do this!” >... >”...why not?” “Because you’re my child! My daughter! It’s not… not right.” >Zecora sighs deeply, then places a hand on your back. >”...I only wish to give back for all you provide. To be caring, loving and not be like mother… the cheating bride.” >Hearing that still hurts. >”Father...I know it is ‘till death do you part’. A good wife should stand by this and I will, because I love you with all my heart.” “But you’re not my wife Zecora. You’re my child.” >You turn, momentarily frozen staring at her rack, then placing your hands on her shoulders. “I love you too-b-but as a daughter. It isn’t meant to-” >She interrupts by closing in and hugging you tightly, head resting on your chest. >...she smells really nice. Fresh and exotic. >”You took me in and gave me a better life. You and… hrm, mother saved me from a world of probable pain and strife.” >Her hands rubs your back, slowly making their way downwards to your belt. >”You deserve love and care. The duty of a faithful daughter to bear~” >You can’t really stop her from unclasping your belt and pulling down your pants. You can’t stop your throbbing erection from rubbing against her tits. >Down she goes, giving the tip a gentle kiss before taking in your length. It elicits a moan and you reflexively put a hand on her head, pushing her down all the way. >Zecora moans at your slight force, vibrating your cock for each push you make. >You can’t hold it for long, shooting a load into your daughter’s mouth. Exhausted you let go of her head, watching her clean and leaving not a string left behind. >But you’re still hot and erect. >You need this. >You need her. >Without warning you grab her firm, ebony cheeks as she stands and carry her to the kitchen. Down onto the table you lay her down on her back and tear off her panties. “Zecora I- I love you.” >”And I you,” she breathes. “Father.” >Just how sultry she says it drives you mad and gives enough fuel to breach the gates. Zecora moans loudly as you enter her hot slit, already soaking with her juices. >You refuse to be rough with her anymore, taking slow and passionate thrusts into her, occasionally leaning over her and kissing her. She eagerly returns all love you give, kissing, caressing and even wrap her legs around you to keep you close. >You lose sense of time and space until it feels like your nuts are about to burst. “Z-Z-Zeecora!” >”Inside!” she groans. “Pleeease inside!” “Zecora!” >”D-d-dad!” >You finish inside her with a primal grunting, feeling light headed as fuck. She manages to overpower you with a moan of her own, going slack in your embrace. >Many minutes passes as you stand over her, recovering from probably the best sex of your life. She still won’t let go, so you just have to lift her as you make your way to a stool. You sit with Zecora straddling your lap. “That was… amazing.” >”Mmm~” she purrs, resting her head on your shoulder. “Anything for you father.” >In silent content you sit and snuggle and kiss, basking in the afterglow. Some time later, you remembered the dinner she made for you. “Steak’s probably cold…” >”Mhmm~” “...sitting here and gathering mold.” >Zecora sits up, staring at you with a deadpan expression. >”That was terrible.” >You chuckle, leaning in and kissing her neck. “I’m not hungry anyway. Not for food at least.” >”Mmh, neither do I. So take me to the shower…” >She leans in, whispering in your ear. >”...and plow me dry~” >You smile, kiss her deeply and carry your beautiful adoptive daughter to the shower for round two.