Bianca swung open the door to her father's bedroom, a playful smirk on her face. "Hey, old man," she called out, making a show of rolling her eyes at the classic rock blasting from the speakers. "You're really stuck in the past, aren't you?"
Mr. Johnson, or "dad" as Bianca sometimes allowed herself to call him, looked up from the stack of papers on his desk and raised an eyebrow at his eldest daughter. "And you're late, aren't you?"
Bianca waved a hand dismissively. "Details, details. I'm here now, aren't I?" She stepped further into the room, her eyes scanning her father's tense form. "Wait, what's wrong?" she asked, her tone softening. "You seem... off."
Mr. Johnson sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Just stressed, kiddo. Work's been piling up lately."
Bianca's eyes narrowed. "Well, that's no good. You need to relax." She moved closer to him, her hands landing on his broad shoulders. "How about a massage?" she offered, starting to knead the knots out of his muscles.
Mr. Johnson tensed under her touch, but Bianca didn't miss the way his eyes darkened. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "I didn't take you for a dirty old man, but I guess there's a first time for everything."
Mr. Johnson's breath hitched as Bianca's hands explored his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. "Bianca," he started, his voice hoarse.
"Yes, Daddy?" she asked, her voice dripping with innocence.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
Bianca chuckled, her breath warm against his skin. "Oh, I think I do." She pulled back, her eyes meeting his. "I think you find me attractive, don't you?"
Mr. Johnson swallowed, his eyes locked on Bianca's. "You're my daughter," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bianca shrugged, her hands never stopping their movements. "And I'm a grown woman. I can make my own decisions." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his. "I want this, Daddy. I want you."
Mr. Johnson's resolve crumbled as Bianca's lips claimed his, her hands tugging at his clothes. He pulled her closer, his hands exploring her body as they fell onto the bed, their bodies entwined.
Bianca took charge, her hands and mouth exploring every inch of her father's body. "I can't believe you're all mine," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I've always wanted you, Daddy."
Mr. Johnson could only moan in response, his hands gripping the sheets as Bianca's lips found sensitive spots he didn't even know he had. She was in control, and he was more than happy to let her take the lead.
As they reached their climax, Bianca collapsed on top of her father, her breath coming in short pants. "That was... amazing," she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck.
Mr. Johnson couldn't deny it. He pulled Bianca closer, his arms wrapped around her. "I love you, Bianca," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Bianca smiled, her eyes meeting his. "I love you too, Daddy."
As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, Bianca couldn't help but think that some forbidden fruits were worth the risk.
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