Current Crush! Ch. 07

Chapter Seven: Daughter and Lover

Annabelle woke up early Saturday morning, lying in her bed with a hand wrapped around her torso, resting on her stomach. She could clearly feel the warmth of a man's body pressed up tight against her from behind- her ass firmly pressed up against his crotch. It only took a few seconds to remember who she was in bed with, but she was unsure how she had ended up in this position with him. The man was Harry, her father. The night before he had asked to stay the night so he could leave in the morning, but neither of them would let the other sleep on the couch. Eventually, they settled on sharing Annabelle's bed with a pillow between their bodies. That pillow was now on the floor.

His dick wasn't fully erect, but with him wearing a pair of baggy pajama pants he borrowed from Annabelle, the feeling of it was very apparent on her ass. She certainly didn't remember getting rid of the separation between them, or moving into this position, so the only other option was Harry. Was he awake? Was he intentionally spooning his daughter right now? As Annabelle thought about it, she felt him scoot closer and wrap his arm around her tighter. He made a deep groaning noise as he did, and the feeling against Annabelle's ass grew more noticeable. She could feel his cock growing until it became fully erect, pressed between her asscheeks with only the thin fabric of each of their pajamas separating them. Was he awake?

She felt conflicting emotions, but didn't have time to process them before she saw her phone light up. She reached out to grab the phone off her bedside dresser, then saw the Current Crush app had opened. As of tonight, it will have been one week since she started using the app. She never would have imagined being in this position a week ago. But then again, the app hasn't even had her do anything with Harry yet to justify... this.

"Hello Annabelle! Sorry to interrupt, but we would like you to take either a truth or dare right now! Please make a selection."

She could probably guess the general idea of what a dare might include... but she didn't really mind. She clicked on dare.

"Good girl! We can tell you are already aroused sharing a bed with Harry, so we would like to help you out! For todays dare, use whatever means necessary to make Harry touch your pussy!"

She was shocked, but could still feel his massive erection firmly pressed against her. Despite how strange it sounded to her, despite how much she wanted to deny it, those words turned her on. The thought of him fingering her made her horny. But it was too dangerous to just ask him to do it outright... she needed a plan.

After some thought, she rolled over in bed so her breasts pressed against Harry's chest instead. She made sure to keep her now dripping wet pussy pressed against his lower body, however. She touched his face and whispered in his ear.

"Daddy?"

His eyes slowly fluttered open. His erection was now up against her thigh and his arm was still draped over her, now resting just above her ass. He looked up at her slowly and smiled, before seemingly realizing what is going on.

"Honey? What... what happened to the pillow?"

"You threw it over there, silly. But I woke you up cause I need a favor, daddy."

She made sure to put emphasis on the word 'daddy' every time. She could feel his cock twitch in response. Blushing and slightly stuttering, he responded.

"Uh y-yeah, what did you need?"

She offered him no room to back away from her body. He was the one that put them in this position, after all.

"My legs hurt for some reason, but I really need to shower for... something later. Could you help me?"

His face was bright red now as he responded, "H-help you? With the shower?"

She nodded, trying her best to put an innocent look on her face. His cock couldn't hide his feelings about that idea. He glanced down at her body pressed against him, then nodded.

"O-okay. What did you need help with?"

"Well... I figured we could do it like we used to? I'll sit down and just let you clean my body."

She was not very good at hiding the lust in her eyes as she looked at him. But Harry was just as horny as she was- to a level she didn't quite understand. As his daughter pressed her body against him, his memories were brought back to some years ago, not long after Annabelle lost her virginity.

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It had been around a month since Martin took Annabelle's virginity- the scene that Harry watched from the closet. What she didn't know is that while she was blindfolded Harry fucked her face. He came deep in his daughter's throat after watching her get fucked. Not a day went by that Harry didn't think about it, the way he looked at her had become completely different. Today, though, would hopefully allow him to bond with her in a way that wasn't so inappropriate. They were supposed to start the drive to Las Vegas where the two of them would attend a concert for some boy band Annabelle was a big fan of. They would be gone for the whole weekend, just the two of them. It was the morning before and everyone was saying their goodbyes before leaving.

Harry said goodbye to Michael and was loading everything into the car, when Martin walked into the garage. He came over early in the morning to deliver her some snacks for the drive and a flower.

"Hey, Mister Fields."

"Martin. How's it going, young man?"

"Good, good... listen, can I ask you something, sir?"

Harry gave Martin a skeptical look, then nodded, "Yeah, sure. What's up?"

Martin turned to close and lock the garage door from the inside- sealing the two of them in the room together. He walked closer and spoke in a hushed tone.

"Listen, I'm just going to be blunt. I saw you fucking Annabelle's mouth on her birthday."

Harry's face turned bright red instantly. He tried to come up with a lie to defend himself.

"Wh-what? N-no, clearly you must be m-mistaken..."

He pulled out his phone, and a video starting playing- a video of Martin watching from the door to Annabelle's bedroom as she sucks Harry's cock. His face turned bright red and he was at a loss for words instantly.

"Wh-what do you want from me? Please don't tell her."

"Of course not, man! We are bros, aren't we? Bros help each other out!"

Harry didn't know what to say, so he just listened to Martin speak.

"Listen man, I get it! If I were you, I'd want to use that pussy too! She is hot as fuck, don't get me wrong! But we both know it would be wrong if I were to just... do nothing about this. You agree, right? So we really need to come to some sort of compromise."

"And... what do you suggest?"

Martin shrugs before arrogantly leaning on the back of the car. He looks up with a sleazy expression on his face, before saying, "Well you know my parents, right?"

"What? Yeah, I do."

"Yeah, man. My dad some big shot director, my mom an actress, big shoes to fill, y'know? To them, sending me to private school was nothing, but to you? I mean, how long did you have to save up to afford sending two kids?"

He laughed as he spoke tauntingly, his following words sounding almost like he is hissing through his teeth.

"My dad used to be super famous back in the 90's, y'know. Made some revolutionary progressive movies for the time, had a big fanbase with women. At least, until he made the movie where he met my mom. Full Spread, ever see it?"

Harry is confused and asks, "What are you talking about?"

Ignoring him, Martin continues, "It's a real shitty movie. Five different sex scenes with my mom as the main love interest, critics called it 'the most sexist movie ever released.' Kinda tanked the old man's career, to no one's surprise. But he still tried to save face, even after marrying my mom- he thought he could try and use his son to prove that he really was progressive and not the asshole everyone said he was. Wanna know what he did?"

"Martin, I really don't see the point in this. Annabelle will come looking for us soon."

"That is just it, man! What you said there- 'Martin.' That dumbass thought he could prove he was a feminist by breaking gender roles and naming his son after his own dead mom. He named me Margaret Martin!"

Harry is silent for a few seconds before asking, "So... you go by your last name? I still don't get the point."

"The point is that my dad fucked me! He forced me to live a life of constant humiliation every time I even hear my own name! I refuse to even tell most people that Martin isn't my first name! What I am trying to say is, I want that idiotic old man to see that I am not just some tool for him to use to save face- I am my own man! I can bring my own wealth, change the world without him!"

Harry doesn't know what to say, so the two just sit in silence for a moment, before Martin's voice once again grows sinister.

"Which is why I'm talking to you. I heard a weird little rumor about you. That shitty little tech company you work for... Static Tech, or something? Rumor is, you guys are working on a really revolutionary app. A dating app, I hear."

Harry clenched his fists at his side. The project was supposed to be a complete secret- the only people that knew the details about it were him and his partner, Mister Vasquez. How did this little brat hear about it?

"I want in. I want you to help me get full executive access to that artificial intelligence you are working on."

Harry raised his voice almost involuntarily now, "That project won't be done for another seven years at least!"

Martin had a dark grin on his face as he spoke, he was completely in control.

"I don't care! I can get my parents to invest in it and you can have all the funding you need! All I want in exchange is a majority vote over it! Every feature, every update, every user- it all goes through me! Is that too much to ask?"

Harry wanted to punch him across the face, but he knew he couldn't. His entire family would abandon him if they saw that video- not to mention he could be arrested. He had no choice.

"I... fine. I'll do what you say... but only if you can guarantee the funding. Otherwise there is no way my partner will agree to this."

Martin grins then slaps the side of Harry's arm. He laughs and responds, "Sure, dude, no problem. I appreciate it, Mr Fields! Here, you can have these as a thank you gift!"

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bag of pills, then hands it to Harry. Confused, Harry asks, "The fuck is this?"

"Oh? I'd figure a creep like you would know. They give a really fucking good high when its just one, but two will knock you out for hours. Makes it so you won't feel or remember anything the next day."

"And... why are you giving me these?"

Martin scoffs, his sleazy expression darkening as he speaks quietly, "You're the one who wants to fuck his daughter, man. I think you can guess."

Martin turns and walks out of the garage without another word. His mind racing, Harry quickly pockets the pills and starts to pace, wondering what he can even do. As worried as he is about the app and what having Martin of all people involved with it will do, he can't help thinking about Annabelle. The feeling of his dick between her lips was heaven, but what Martin implied... that was too much. He would never do something like that... he kept telling himself that, but his erection spoke a different story.

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Harry was now standing in the bathroom in Annabelle's apartment, warming the shower up for her before she came in. He was still wearing only the oversized pajama pants that did little to conceal his erection, and his silver watch that he hasn't taken off in almost five years. He tried his best to hide how turned on he was, but the idea of touching Annabelle's naked body made his entire body hot with anticipation. He accepted years ago he would never fuck her again after what happened last time, but there was nothing else he wanted right now.

Annabelle walked into the bathroom. She was also turned on, but much more nervous than she had ever been with any other man. How would he react to seeing his daughter naked? Would he be disgusted, or turned on? She wasn't sure which outcome was better. But her answer didn't take long- as soon as she entered the bathroom and Harry turned to her, the bulge in his pants was noticeable. It could just be morning wood... but she knew that it wasn't. Her heart raced in her chest, but then she reached down to grab the waistband of her own pajamas.

"It, uh, warmed up, daddy?"

She tried to sound seductive still, but her voice had become less confident.

"Yeah, very warm. Uh, you ready to get in?"

They both hesitated, but its not like she could stop now. She nodded, then slowly pulled her pants down. Harry couldn't have looked away if he wanted to. She wasn't wearing panties, so her already wet pussy was on full display in front of him. She tried not to think and grabbed her shirt to pull it over her head. Her breasts were caught in the bottom of the fabric, lifting up with the shirt before dropping down one by one, on full display for her own father. As his eyes took in her perfect figure, he looked like he could start drooling. Annabelle felt self conscious, but put on a confident smile.

"Like the view, daddy?"

"Wh-what? Oh, sorry. Uh, why don't y-you get in, sweetie?"

He tried to look her in the eyes but he couldn't hold his gaze off of her perky tits for long. She felt weird, but there was a part of her that liked the attention. The hungry look in his eyes made her feel sexy, and made her own arousal feel less weird. She slowly stepped over the side of the bath, stepping into the shower. She made sure to give him time to check her ass out.

As the water started to run over her naked form, she kept the shower curtain open, giving him a full view of her. He stood still, dumbfounded. However, his eyes glance to the wristband still firmly held in place. He makes a strange, unreadable facial expression, but whatever thought he had vanishes once his eyes move back to her naked body.

"Well, daddy? Are you going to clean me off?"

He gulped, then nodded. He stepped forward and to the edge of the bathtub. He asked, "So... what first?"

"My hair, maybe?"

He grabbed her shampoo and squirted some of the gel into his palm. He reached out into the shower, feeling mist spray against his hands as he does. His hands gently touch her wet hair- his body still standing at the edge of the shower as if he is physically incapable of getting any closer. As his soapy fingers run through her long hair, he starts to massage it into her scalp. His hands are rough and calloused, creating a soothing sensation throughout her body when combined with the warm water running down her chest to her feet. As his thumbs rub into her skin, she takes notice to how far out of the shower he still is. She decides to push him some more and lets out a moan against his fingers.

"Oh... that feels so good."

She is turned away from him so that he has better access to her hair- and ass- so she can't see his reaction, but his hands instantly speed up. After a few minutes like that, she washes the soap out of her hair, then turns back to face him again. She makes sure to exaggerate her movements to make her boobs jiggle as much as possible.

She gives him a pouty scowl and asks, "You're so far away! How are you supposed to clean the rest of me standing like that?"

He bites his lip involuntarily and looks down at her now dripping wet pussy, before asking, "Well... what did you suggest? I don't want to ruin your pajamas."

She thinks to herself for a moment. Is she really willing to push things that far? Fuck it.

"Then take them off! I told you I need your help, daddy!"

His cock visibly twitches as she speaks. His hesitant side seems to have suddenly evaporated as he wastes no time bending down to tear off his pants. He stands back up again, fully revealing his erect cock to her. His dick was one of the biggest she had ever seen up close- it was at least ten inches and extremely thick, and it looked desperate for release. Annabelle's eyes on his dick just turned him on even more as he stepped into the shower. The water splashed off of her body and onto his.

"So... what next?"

She blushed, but answered, "Why not my back?"

She turned away from him, once again presenting her thick ass to him. He reached grab a bottle of body wash and once again squirted some into his hand. His heart was racing now. He rubbed it into his hands before slowly starting to rub his palms against her spine. The feeling of him touching her sent shivers across her body, but he kept up and rubbed it into her shoulders, her neck, moving down and down until they stop just above her ass. He slowed the movements of his fingers slowly, making small circles on the base of her spine, barely an inch above her ass. As if giving him permission, she arched her back slightly, moving her backside closer to him until she can feel the warmth coming off of his throbbing cock. He took her advancements as a sign to continue and slid his hands down to caress one half of her ass with each hand. He gently squeezed her, before spreading her cheeks open to reveal her cute, pink asshole. The bottom of her pussy had also become visible to him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her right now, but wasn't sure if they were at that point quite yet. Nevertheless, his hands moved inwards to brush a single finger against her asshole. The feeling makes her gasp, but with every brush of his fingers her pussy aches for release more and more.

However, she suddenly straightened her back again and turned to look at him.

"That's good, wash it off?"

He nodded, an almost disappointed look on his face. She turned and he helped wash the soap off of her figure. But she wasn't done yet. She turned to him and stepped closer, saying in as seductive of a tone as she could, "This part is the hardest for me with my... leg injury... can you wash the front of my body, too? I'd really really appreciate it, daddy."

The look in his eyes was enough for her to clearly see what he wanted to do to her, but she still put on an innocent smile. He nodded, not saying a word as his mind raced.

After once again covering his hands with soap, he looked down at her E-cups on display for him. He gently reached out, starting with her shoulders and arms, trying (and failing) to not make it obvious what he really wanted. He then moved to her chest, rubbing each finger deep against her collar bone down to just above her breasts. They briefly made eye contact, before he finally committed. His hands slide down her smooth body, then cupped both of her tits in his hands. She let out a blatant moan as his thumbs began to rub her hard nipples. She bit her lip as she stared at him, but his eyes no longer moved up from her body. He blatantly squeezed her boobs, feeling them jiggle and spill out between his fingers. At some point without either of them noticing, they moved closer together and- as his hands played with her nipples- his tip touched against her belly button.

She let out an exaggerated gasp, pretending like she didn't notice his cock before. She asked, "Daddy? Did I make you horny?"

"Yes... you did, sweetie."

He looked up into her eyes with pure lust.

"Wow... well, that is very naughty of you. I guess we should hurry up cleaning me off since I'm such a dirty girl right now."

She took a step closer so that his cock is pushed up to press against her stomach.

"There is one really dirty part of me... can you help clean it off?"

She still hadn't actually done the dare, which was supposed to be the whole point of this. She still needed him to touch her pussy.

He seemed to understand what she was saying and reached down to place his hand against her stomach. Neither of them were thinking anymore, they just wanted to feel release. His hand slid down, gently moving his fingers to rub across her bald pussy, feeling the outline of her labia. Harry swore a long time ago he would never touch Annabelle's pussy like this again, but he didn't care anymore. It didn't matter what their relationship was, he wanted to feel her insides.