Mike was comfortably lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone when he heard the front door open and shut. He glanced up as his sixteen-year-old daughter, Sarah, walked into the living room.
"Hey, Dad," she said, plopping down on the armchair across from him. "You're looking a little flabby there, old man."
Mike rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at her. "Watch it, kid. I'm still stronger than you."
Sarah grinned and stood up, walking over to the couch. Before Mike knew it, she had jumped on top of him, straddling his waist.
"Sarah!" Mike exclaimed, trying to play it cool. "What are you doing?"
"I'm bored," she said, pouting. "And I want to do something crazy."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Sarah ground her hips against his. "Like this."
Mike's eyes widened, but he couldn't deny the feeling of her body against his. He reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face.
"Sarah, are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice husky.
Sarah nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything."
Without another word, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. Mike's hands automatically went to her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, and he couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure.
Sarah took advantage of his momentary lapse in control and pulled his shirt over his head. She ran her hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles.
"I didn't know you had such a nice body, Dad," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mike laughed. "I like to stay in shape. You never know when you'll need to be prepared for something."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Prepared for what?"
Mike reached into his wallet and pulled out a condom. Sarah's eyes widened.
"Always this prepared, huh?" she said, smirking.
Mike shrugged. "You never know when you'll need it."
Sarah leaned down and kissed him again, harder this time. Mike could feel her hands fumbling with his pants, and he helped her pull them down. He reached for the condom and she watched him roll it on.
"I'm glad one of us is," she said, her voice low.
Mike pulled Sarah closer and they started moving together. He could feel her wetness against him, and he couldn't help but groan with pleasure. Sarah's hands were all over him, running up and down his chest and gripping his shoulders.
Mike could feel himself getting close, and he reached down to touch Sarah. She moaned as his fingers found her clit, and she ground her hips against him even harder.
"Don't stop," she breathed.
Mike increased his pace, and Sarah's moans grew louder. He could feel her getting closer, and he felt himself on the brink of release.
"Sarah," he groaned.
"I'm almost there," she said, her voice strained.
Mike felt her shudder as she came, and he followed shortly after. They collapsed onto the couch, panting and sweating.
Sarah looked at him and grinned. "That was definitely more exciting than a movie."
Mike laughed and pulled her closer. "Definitely."
As they lay there, Mike couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. This was his daughter, after all. But the feeling was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure he had just experienced.
He pushed the guilt aside and focused on the moment. He had never felt so alive, so wanted.
This was just the beginning of their story, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take them.
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