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~Chapter ~http://ift.tt/EQEyFp ~Chapter ~ Sarah woke to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. Groggily getting up she walked into the kitchen. "Morning Dad" she said, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "Good morning Sarah" Owen said noticing her thin tank top and quickly averting his gaze. Sarah went to the fridge and got out the orange juice, pouring herself a glass. "Did you sleep well?" he asked munching on a pancake. "Not really" she said, perched on the kitchen counter "That couch could be used as a torture device" she said stretching out a kink in her neck. "I’m sorry about that. As soon as I can manage it I will pick up a guest mattress for you. I leave for work soon, is there anything I can get you before I go?" he asked. "The WiFi password?" Sarah asked. "Sorry honey, I don’t have the internet set up yet. Should be ready by your next visit" "That’s ok" she said taking a sip of her orange juice "I’ll just read my book and work on my assignment." "I will see you when I get home. Should be around :pm." He said walking to the door. Sarah slid off the counter and walked over to give him a hug goodbye. Pulling back she stood on her tippy toes and gave him a lingering kiss. Owen kissed her back, opening his mouth ever so slightly. Their tongues slowly massaging each other as he pushed Sarah against the wall. She let out a moan, loving the pressure of his body on hers. Sarah reached up to cup his face, and sucking his lower lip she bit down lightly, feeling his body shiver. Owen pressed her against the wall more forcefully whispering in her ear "Please, do not tempt me. This is not good for either of us." He said and looked her in the eye, as if to say ‘This is my last warning’. Owen turned and left through the front door. As he was turning his key to start the car he licked his lips and tasted orange juice. His daughter tasted so sweet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keys jangled as Owen walked from his car to the front door. 'She won't try anything else' he told himself 'I gave Sarah a clear warning not to continue this behaviour'. As he opened the door Owen looked at the wall closest to the door, and smirked a little thinking of what happened there this morning. Catching himself mid-inappropriate thought he shook his head and went to make himself some freezer waffles. Sarah got up from the couch, having heard her father arrive. She walked into the kitchen and saw him put some waffles in the toaster. "Those are horrible for you ya know? And fuck me if they don't get half burnt most of the time" she mentioned matter-of-factly. "I can make you some real waffles if you like. Once we get you a waffle iron." Sarah teased, referring to the little selection of kitchen tools to work with. "Sounds like a plan" he said sizing her up and grabbing some butter. When had his daughter become so independent in the kitchen? There was a lot to learn from Sarah, and with the divorce he was going to be having a lot more one on one time with her. The toaster popped and Owen buttered his half singed waffles. "Looks like you were right" he said taking a bite. "When am I ever wrong?" she boasted with a triumphant smile. "How was your day at work?" she asked. "Long, as usual. I'm just glad to be home, to relax." "Tell me about it" she said "It's been a lazy Sunday for me. I had a hour nap. Now I've got all kinds of energy" Sarah said giving a sideways glance, that he avoided. "What's for dinner?" she asked. "Ugh, take out? What would you like?" he suggested scratching his head. "There is a wing place down the street. I could go pick it up for us." she offered. "Sounds good, here's some money. I'll have the ribs and wings deal. I am going to lie down for a bit." said Owen walking to his bedroom. "Be back soon" she said and left to fetch their dinner. When Sarah got back the house was quiet. "Dad?" she called. Placing the food and his change on the kitchen table Sarah walked over to his room. The door was a-jar. "Dad?" she whispered as she stepped into the room. It was dark, chiefly from the thick black blanket staple-gunned to the wall above the window. He really needed help with interior decorating... bachelors right? Looking down at the bed she saw her father's sleeping form. His shoes on from work. Must have had a long day. It can't be fun having to work weekends. Untying the laces she took his shoes off, careful not to wake him. Eyes wandering up his body, she paused on a bulge in his pants. Sarah figured he was having a pretty good dream. She reached up and placed her hand on his groin, needing to touch it. He was thick and hard and Sarah was amazed by how good he felt. Slowly, she checked his face. Still sound asleep. Biting her lip she wrapped her hand around his shaft and gave him a light squeeze. Owen took in a sharp breath and lay motionless. Sarah knelt beside her father on the bed, and carefully lifted his shirt up. She began to kiss his stomach and nuzzle his hip bones in pure bliss. Owen started to stir. "Sarah? What are you doing? What time is it?" She ignored him, kissing lower she met his pant line and pulled them down slightly. "Sarah-" he started as she gently licked the space where the leg meets the groin. He was breathing heavily now, as he lost his resolve in stopping her. Shifting his pants down further Sarah revealed her father’s throbbing cock. Taking him into her hand she reveled in the closeness. Feeling skin-on-skin. Holding his eager member she continued kissing. Sarah kissed his mound, rubbing her nose against him, taking in his primal scent. She kissed the base of his cock and up the side of him as Owen eagerly waited; watching her every move. Nuzzling his penis against her cheek Sarah licked the tip with long, slow strokes. Looking him in the eyes she took her father into her mouth. Owen exhaled and moaned. He gripped the bed sheets with clenched fists as his daughter bobbed her head at a steady rhythm, pleasuring him. Sarah took a long lick, base to tip, never breaking eye contact and then took Owen deep into her mouth. Her father’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he grabbed the back of her head, pushing himself further down her throat. Sarah gagged a bit and then let out a ragged moan. "You like it when Daddy takes control, don’t you baby girl?" Grabbing a hold of his hip she squeezed and moaned with a nod, speeding up her rhythm. "That’s a good girl" he praised, stroking her hair. Sarah loved the feeling of her father’s cock moving in and out of her mouth. She closed her lips around his shaft and reveled in his thickness. Owen rested his hand on the back of her neck. Weaving his fingers through Owen grasped the hair at the base of her skull and gave it a slight tug. Moaning, Sarah was guided up. "You are full of surprises" he purred, flipping her onto her back. Sarah lay still, eagerly awaiting whatever her father had in mind. Owen shifted Sarah's arms above her head. Placing tender kisses along each arm Owen locked her wrists together with his grasp. "It's my turn" he said with a smirk and claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply. Sarah pushed up against her father, being held back by his strong frame. She never thought being held down would be so intoxicating. Pressing his manhood against her Sarah bucked her hips to meet him. Desperate to feel him closer. "Patience baby girl" he smiled kissing along her jaw. Sarah gasped as he took her ear lobe into his mouth. Sucking on it lightly she wrapped her legs around his waist. Owen lapped his tongue with slow precision behind her ear, in that sweet spot Sarah never knew was there. Feeling his tongue on her ear and the bulge of his cock Sarah grew overwhelmed and pushed to release her hands. Pushing her wrists down against the pillow Owen bit down hard where her neck meets her shoulder. Sarah let out a deep guttural moan and felt a bit dazed. Licking that same spot elected a series of incomprehensible mumbles from his daughter. "Sounds like you need a rest" he said as he left to fetch their dinner from the kitchen table. Fixing the blankets, and putting on some pjs Owen set up a picnic for them on his bed. "Are you hungry?" He asked. "Definately." Sarah quipped with a blush. Munching on wings and ribs Owen and Sarah felt at peace in each other’s presence. Calming down after the meal Sarah cleaned everything up and went to leave the bedroom. "Will you stay?" He asked looking up at his Daughter, not wanting to sleep alone. "Ok" Sarah replied with a smile. Climbing into bed she snuggled up against her father. Owen lay on his side and wrapped his arm around her. They slept soundly through the night. little_miss_sexual