What are we doing...

[This was Co-written between me and a friend over MSN, DO NOT take this story and place on other boards/websites it is NOT permitted. This story is un-edited so there are bound to be mistakes regarding punctuation, misuse of words, and general "WTF" mistakes. Ignore them. And last but not least, theres no real "Beginning" to it as it started out with us being just sorta silly. Enjoy, if Zoe/Jack freaks you out, don't read it its as simple as that. This story is VERY long mind you, and apparently is just gonna continue if we feel like it. Get over it if you were looking for a quick fix.]

[I'm also not gonna break these into even more chapters either. This is all one chapter as far as I am concerned. In most novels chapters aren't one page long... (That obviously doesn't apply to every book.) But on average, so lol deal with it.]




-nervous laugh.- No. You're very smart. You do so well in school, and what really irks me is how smart you are on the streets too. You're supposed be one or the other--not both.

Zoe crosses her arms and lets loose with another one of her teenage eyerolls. 'Well, you learn a lot of things when you start to fend for yourself.' She said with a nod.

Jack nodded, his gaze loosely traveling around the room for a moment before he was back on his daughter. "You're a Carter," he boasted. "A quick learner.. Sometimes too quick. So how's everything." Ah, an attempt of idle banter.

Zoe shrugged her thin shoulders. 'Fine I guess, I mean, I've felt better.' She said with a bit of a laugh, but shook her head. 'But other then that I'm fine dad, you don’t have to worry about me all the time dad.' She knew he would never stop worrying, but she didn’t need him worrying about her all the time.

He slumped forward some, dropping his shoulders and taking in a deep breath. "That's good to hear," he almost sounded as if he wasn't listening--but he was, and in a round about way, he always did. "I do have to worry. It comes with the job. Both of them." Hence reference to Fatherhood and Law Enforcer.

Zoe could help but chuckle a bit; she leaned over towards the other and placed a kiss on her fathers’ cheek. 'And I'll always appreciate it dad, but you know, I am after all as you said, a carter.' She stood up to go get a glass of OJ needing something to drink as she was parched.

A smile crept onto his features as his teen of a daughter leaned in for a quick "spweck" to the cheek. She then replied with what he found a surprising tone. It almost seemed as though Zoe was grateful. "Who are you and where did you take my daughter?" he jested before throwing himself back into the chair into a full-fledged lounge.

Zoe came back with her own OJ and of course a little something for her father complements of S.A.R.A.H. She handed it over towards him and went to flop down on the edge of the couch. 'Don’t get used to it.' She said with a chuckle and a wink as she pulled her legs up to settle into the seat. 'After all, its not often I'm in such a mood.' She jested with her father playfully as she took a sip of her OJ.

When he took notice of the beer sat before him, his eyes lit up; their already cerulean grace deepened by the joy of a good brew. "Thanks Honey," he perked up some. "At the risk of sounding cliché, I've got the munchies." He was delighted to see her in such good spirits though. This was the family time he lived for. Too bad he was so damn tired he nearly wanted to pass out. Eureka was a draining place at times, but he livened with ever ounce of time he could spend with his temporarily-less-than-rebellious youngster.

The young woman couldn’t help but smile at her fathers comment. 'Well you wanna know what solves munchies.' She said leaning over towards her father with a wink. 'Pizza.' She said, though she didn’t have the munchies, because she unlike some people had not toked up, but she was ever willing to have the chance to get some pizza in her, after all what sort of teenage didn’t like pizza. 'Tough someone wouldn’t have the munchies if they weren’t so devious.' She said angrily, mostly because she hadn’t gotten any, not that her father would of even let the thought cross her mind anyway.

When the little trouble-maker of a child leaned in and winked at him with the promise to serve his savory whims, Jack became even more delighted. She said the magic word. It was pizza and his mouth already watered with anticipation. He secretly hoped for cold pizza, but would be more than happy to gorge in a steaming bath of cheese and pepperoni. He eyed the materials before him He figured it was a good idea to shut them away. He was a bit embarrassed, but it was something he knew she'd realize eventually. Sliding his good back into a small cubby box he sat the unit alongside him in the floor. He noted a hint of resentment in his daughter and lifted an expressive eyebrow. "Something bugging' you, honey?" Please don't say it was me...

Zoe set down her juice on the floor and threw her hair up into a pony tale as she responded, walking across the living room to the kitchen. 'Just mad that sometimes you can be a giant contradiction.' She said walking into the kitchen. 'S.A.R.A.H Pizza.' While most people usually ordered out, Zoe got home maid, while she sort of wished they could order out, after all it tasted better that way. But ever since SARAH evaporated the last Pizza boy to ever be in their house, they had not been looked very good upon by the pizza place. Zoe waited around for a moment playing with the drawstrings of her pajama bottoms idly. 'If I ever smoked, you'd kill me yet you get away with it.' She shook her head as S.A.R.A.H popped out their Pizza. 'And before you say "it’s because I'm an adult." I'm not so sure.'

Jack felt the pain of realization strike him down with a force that was more powerful than God. It had blonde hair, the ability to rampage through four states posing as a flight attendant, and an amazing personality that both tormented and challenged him all at once... Jack cherished his daughter; he really did, but something inside suggested that he had screwed up massively with this one. "I know," he said with a tone that suggest defeat. "But in this case I use the saying, 'Do as I say and not as I do,' and before you say it's not fair that way--it is... The fact that I am an adult doesn't necessarily mean that what I do is right, but I do have one up on you in experience. It's not good... I'm not...” Wow, he was starting to feel a bit like a failure as a parent suddenly. "I'm sorry, honey...”

Zoe felt somewhat guilty about what she had just done to her dad as she brought him a slice of the pizza she couldn't help but sport a bit of a frown. She shook her head and just when she thought they were connecting so well again. She handed him the pizza and forced a bit of a smile. 'Next time...' she said winking a little bit. 'Just share.' She said she leaned over towards him and rubbed his short dirty brown hair. 'Then I won’t be so mad.' She winked and flopped back into her chair taking a bite of her pizza not even noticing how hungry she really was until she had the pizza in front of her. 'You know you might be a contradiction, but I wouldn’t trade you for any other father.' She said with a nod, she had no idea why she was being so loving lately, perhaps the connection they had the other night had really done wonders for her, but she wasn’t going to knock it now.

He too took in the remembrance of the previous night and her words were a bit piercing to the heart. He wanted to object her playfulness, but then came the ruffling of his hair and he smiled once more. "No sharing. You probably wouldn't even know what to do with it." He took the pizza gratefully and began to chow down. He was pushed for food and beyond just 'munchies'. He had missed lunch due to some random Eureka crisis that never fails to occur particularly on his ever vigilant shift. Once the slice was vanished from sight, he went after another like a vulture. He paused briefly to guzzle from his brew and then took on adversity once more, once slice at a time. "Now that I think about it," he paused in reflection. "I wouldn't trade you for anyone period. You're really one of the best things that could have ever happened to me, Zoe." He spoke in all honesty and his affection levels sky-rocketed along with his mild high. He was savoring every bit of this. He leaned forward and after using his napkin to cleanse up a bit he caught Zoe's cheek, gingerly sending a thumb up along the line of her cheekbone sincerely.

Zoe frowned angrily. 'Dad, I did grow up in LA, I DO know what to do with a blunt, and the fact that you didn’t even wrap it right.' She said picking up the blunt and fingered it examining it. She held it in her hand holding it gently and looked back at her father to sort of gauge what his reaction was. Even though Zoe tried to be good, she often found herself still doing things to rub her father the wrong way. Old habits died hard, she wasn’t really all that hungry but she eat at least ate half of it, so she wouldn’t be cranky. When his hand came to her cheek she shivered a bit closing her eyes to lean into the touch, man she thought she was over that, but apparently her body thought otherwise. 'I'm glad you wouldn’t trade me in, after all, who would you have to thank for your fulfilling job if it wasn’t for me.' She said sarcastically.

He was surprised, that's for damn sure and when she took it from the box to examine his not-so-pristine job, he stuttered in shock. He didn't know what to say to the girl but for the briefest of moments, he was beyond pissed. He wanted to run her up to her room then and there and lock her away from the masses--from the world altogether. But he refrained and thankfully so... He plucked the grass from her smaller hands and shut it away again. Lifting the box he stood and carried it from the room, traversing up the steps and only moments later back down. He noticed he still had his utility belt on. Normally he never forgets to take that damn heavy thing off when he gets home, but oddly enough he'd forgotten its presence. Shucking it, he laid it along the railing of the wall nearest the door. Finally he faced her, his lips pulled in a thin line as he monitored his manner of speech. "Zoe," he began calmly. "You both confuse and bedazzle me. You're a real piece of work. I swear you're so much like your mother at times." He approached the girl and sat alongside her, clasping his own hands together as he rested his elbows on his knees. He recalled her shiver and felt suddenly warm...

She let out a bit of an angry growl as she had the roll taken away from her but she shrugged and rolled her eyes, she had pretty much guessed that that was what was going to happen anyway. She curled up her legs underneath her once again as she watched him disappear, oh well, it was worth a try. As he came back down stairs she couldn’t help but smile as he commented on the fact that she was like her mother. Sometimes she felt so conflicted because she happened to be a fan of both her father and her mother, though lately she was leaning more towards her father. But that was mostly because she was only now beginning to know the male.-- 'Is that a good thing or a bad thing?' she asked playfully as she watched her father sit down, she scooted a little bit to give him more room on the couch, after all she had spread out a bit.

He watched her scoot away and noted the obviousness in her change of moods. She kept flipping from the angry faced teen to the sweet little someone he had graciously deflowered the other night. His cheeks flushed some--he was feeling rather intoxicated, but not by his experience into the higher realms of spiritual findings or even the drinking of his brew. It took him a moment, but he finally figured it out. It was her shampoo. He realized she had asked him a question and it'd taken him way longer than it should have for him to respond to it. "Oh, uh, well, Abbey has her moments, but yeah, I'd say that was a good thing. I mean you got all her good qualities--minus this need to run me ragged, but yeah, I'd say you were your mother's daughter in the best way." He flickered in an out--he appeared to be rambling in his eyes, but he wasn't quit sure. All he knew was that she was his. She had that adorable little smile--those pretty pink lips. He wasn't eyeing her exactly as he should have been; instead he was staring in way that would likely divulge into trouble.

Zoe smiled a little bit and chuckled playfully 'and I thought I took the cake for running your ragged.' she joked with the other leaning back against the arm rest to be in a better position to look at her father. She was glad she had gotten her mothers looks and her fathers personality, though sometimes she wasn’t so sure about the personality bit, it was what often got her in trouble but she wouldn’t have it any other way, after all she didn’t want to look manly. The idea made he giggle a little and she made herself more comfortable taking a drink of her OJ polishing it off. 'Buy the way dad, just because I know how it’s done, doesn’t mean I've ever done it, you have taught me right you know.' She said in all seriousness with a smile. She didn’t always try to make her dad mad, to push boundaries, regardless of what he seemed to think.

Jack snuffled some tweaking his own nose and repositioning himself on the couch some. "You know," he began in all earnestness. "Something's really bothering me...” He looked away for a moment, applied some mindful consideration to his words before he spewed them out to his offspring. "I do love you. I mean it. I really do. And there's this realization that keeps popping into my head that doesn't, mind you settle well with me and it's the fact that one of these days, I'm going to lose you." He took a breath leaned in and leered over her--it wasn't exactly menacing, but more of a pleading countenance. "I just got you and I already feel like I'm going to lose you... You'll grow up--you're already almost there--and you'll get married and I'll be... Stuck. Wondering why I didn't take opportunity back when I had it." He placed his hands over hers, holding them there firmly as if to claim her attention for his own, similarly to when he had claimed her youth the night before. His mouth stretched some, a smile perhaps, or a nervous twitch?

Zoe frowned a as he gained an air of seriousness about him, and pulled her hugged her knees close to her chest a sort of nervous habit she formed when he took his serious "Fathering" voice, often times when that happened it wasn’t good news. She listened to him intently watching him with her inquisitive eyes. When he spoke she felt herself force a smile, what he was saying was true, and she had thought about the idea before. She smiled a bit and ran her hand across her knee in thought idly. 'I know I'm growing up, and some day I might do all that stuff, but right now dad, I'm still your daughter, and I need you.' She said leaning in towards him with a smile. 'And I'll always be your daughter dad; you'll never lose me, never ever.' She said with a smile, not after all the work she had done to bring them closer together; she was not going to lose him now. Not ever.

He was hit with both relief and remorse all at once. She claimed to need him and oftentimes she ran about rebelliously in her typical teenage spat about how much of an adult she was and how much he was never there so why bother now, etc... She wasn't as grown up as she'd like to be, but he would be just as happy if she had stayed as she was now and forever. He sighed and put on his best face for her, it wasn't his place to deprive her of a hopeful future with an upstart someone and a plausibility of a family. He could very well be a grandfather one day. The idea both intrigued and bothered him. He wasn't ready for age to consume him just yet. Instead he watched her, observed his only child for all the precious glory that she was. He helped to create that girl... He made Zoe and she was his and for the time being--thusly right at this very moment, he was relieved. "I'm... glad to hear that," he choked a little before he leaned closer catching the bare corner of her small mouth with his own lips, pressing them there in a genuine moment of fatherly love.

Sarcastically eyes fluttered a bit as he leaned into to kiss her. She happily accepted the kiss as she had the others before; it felt a bit more relaxed this time, a bit more normal, more natural. She wrapped her arms around his neck in embrace. After a moment she pushed away, keeping about an inch of space between the two. Sure she had pretended to be all grown up, but it was only to mask the insecurities she had bottled inside her. She ran her hand though the hair on the back of her head gently in soft caring motions as she thought about it. Sure she wanted to grow up, but not right now. She couldn't right now, even when she thought about it, the thought scared her, even if she didn't admit it. If she grew up now, she'd miss all this and boy would she miss this. 'Don't act like you wanna get rid of me or anything.' she said sarcastically teasing the other male as she oh so often did.

He felt the smooth skin of her arms graze his neck and the scent of her shampoo, and the general smell of Zoe overwhelmed his senses for a moment and he sat there, inhaling her every fragrance. He closed his eyes, left them that way and basked in this moment. She was his and he felt every bit of confidence in that. His arms went around her, her knees presenting only a mild obscurity to the closure between them. He readjusted himself so that he too could hold her only inches away. Finally he lifted his lids to look down into the eyes of his creation. He knew exactly how she had felt--his youth was a struggle in itself as well, but now was not a time to exploit himself. Instead he laughed at her teasing notion. "No, no!" He groused playfully. "You're mine and I'll never let you go you’ll stay with me forever and I'll lock you in a tower that's too high for anyone to get into. And I'm in Eureka so imagine the security system on that baby." He flashed a nearly evil smile that bode no seriousness to his words, but nevertheless Jack Carter was no malicious fellow, but he toiled in it jokingly at times.

She chuckled as her father mentioned locking her away in a tower, and her teenage eyes rolled once more in typical fashion. She placed her fingers on his lower back walking up his back with the digits. 'Who knows just who my prince will be, but you know the stories.' She teased tapping at where his head met his spine playfully a few times before kissing his nose with a chuckle. It was nice this closeness the two had been sharing suddenly. She never wanted it to stop, and while he mentioned growing up, moving away, everything. It was too soon for her to think of that sort of stuff. After all she had only obtained this, in a way her sudden teasing was self centered. To try and distract her father away from the topic, she felt her gut begin to well up a bit with guilt and she shook her head in silence. She needed to stay in the now, to have this, two keep this. She wasn’t ready to let these moments go, to let her father go. Right now all she wanted to do was stay by his side. She had waited so long to be here. To be his daughter, the center of his world, and now that she was here, she wasn’t going to let that go,

The tickling bits of Zoe crawling up his back and tucking at his neck made him lean some, his head meeting with hers in a connection of foreheads. He smiled, closed his eyes again and this moment would last as long as his mentality would allow. He wasn't obsessed with Zoe, but she was the said, 'center of his world' now and he'd give just about anything for her including his values, his job, his reputation--all of it for her. He was a dedicated parental unit in some ways, but he was still learning. These things took time. He was, after all, a very awkward sort. The light caught his badge for a moment, it caught his attention and when he opened his eyes fully he noticed the bare traces of a pronged star reflected on Zoe's lips. He wouldn't let her think about it anymore--not for now at least and he too would drop it as well. Instead, he addressed her another way. His hand moved upward collecting her legs and pushing them downward so that she wasn't practically hugging her knees any longer. This helped to breach the closeness and he moved inward, his lips caressing her ear as he spoke. "I kind of like the idea of being a villain though," he spoke in reference to her fairy tales.

A shiver coursed through the young woman’s spine as she felt his hot breath against her ears as he whispered sweet nothings into them, she barely caught the words but her brain was somehow still able to comprehend them, she shifted a bit as he pushed her legs from her chest. Somewhat grateful for that as she was starting to lose feeling in them anyway. She laughed a little at his statement and pushed her head back a little bit so she was looking at the older male eye to eye. 'Oh, really?' She was going to say more but she stopped herself for now, she had no idea why she felt this way, ever since the other night, he was all she could think of. His scent seemed to still linger upon her, she could still feel his lips on her own, and often found herself touching them idly. There was a difference between obsession and love, and right now she was still caught between the two. She knew she wasn't completely enthralled but she was finding it awfully hard to get him off her mind. Did that make her creepy? She wasn’t sure.

He caught both the heat and intrigue that was emanating from his daughter when he eventually realized it was coming from him as well. Her silky blonde tendrils flicked against his nose as she pulled back to laugh and gauge him all at once. He snuffled again, but only in a way that was from the playful tickle that could come from their flirtatious sporting. Was it flirting? Perhaps, but he knew something was coming out of this, and yet he couldn't understand why. Early at work had had been reprimanded for his distractibility. He found himself thinking about the other night often as well. His temperature rose at the mere thought of it, then came the images and before he knew his breath was lost to him and he took a moment to attempt to compose himself. "Is everything all right Sheriff," came the voice of their beloved house. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin at her sudden vocal appearance. "Oh, jeez, uh, yeah, I'm fine," he said with a near regret that S.A.R.A.H. had interrupted them. "I'm seeing a pattern in both of your physical and mental wavelengths. If I am registering correctly, you two are about to partake in intimate actions. However, I must warn you that the last encounter was not wisely administered with the correct protective means. Should you both consider this interaction, you should probably--" Jack waved an abrupt hand. "Stop right there, S.A.R.A.H." He smiled uneasily at his daughter and shook his head. "Sometimes you kinda wish for a house that doesn't talk, huh?" S.A.R.A.H’s saddened reply came a bit like this, "You say these things to hurt me, when I am only concerned about your well being, Sheriff and Zoe."

Zoe felt herself jump, had she been any bigger she might of actually knocked her poor father out. Thank goodness for her small size sometimes. She couldn’t help but laugh at S.A.R.A.H's comment and nodded at her fathers statement. 'Best house in the world.' She lowered her voice for the second part, whispering into his ear. 'If only she came with a mute button.' She had to admit though, her statement had been a good idea, regardless of if she wanted to admit it or not. She knew what came after where S.A.R.A.H had been cut off. She kept silent for the moment though, as she listened to S.A.R.A.H's seemingly hurt response and let out another chuckle rubbing the back of her fathers neck a bit. She was going to say something in response to S.A.R.A.H's statement. But she held back it was her fathers job to chastise the house, not hers. Though she really wouldn’t mind it, not like that, Christ S.A.R.A.H has scared her, but the concept at the same time had also scared her a bit, it was something she had not thought of the first time, apparently she was not as grown up as she perceived herself to be. Though she had been a little wrapped up in the moment, she turned to her father to gauge his response to S.A.R.A.H's defense having a feeling that he was going to retort with his usual snarkiness to the house. Had she thought the house truly had feels she'd feel a little bad for S.A.R.A.H, it also might of helped had S.A.R.A.H's voice not been Fargo’s, and she thought on the fact for a moment that it didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, Fargo got knocked on from every direction didn’t he. No matter, this was not the time to think about such matters.

Jack heaved a heavy-hearted sigh. Not only was he responsible for Zoe, but he was responsible with how he treated her, raised her, took care of her, and instructed her. So far he's found two bouts of failure and thanks to S.A.R.A.H. it was all laid out for him in a nice dysfunctional pile for him. He shook his head and looked upward as if the ceiling was the face he needed to speak to. "Look, S.A.R.A.H. I know you're looking out for everyone's best interest--" This time he was interrupted however, and to top it all off, by the house, "Everyone's best interest by Abbey's!" She sounded way to chipper when she had said that. This made the Sheriff cringe. He continued. "..But you have to realize when is a good time to interrupt people when they're uh, doing things.. Like uh, living their lives, and that kinda thing." S.A.R.A.H’s silence was assumed as registration of his words. "So I am to be quiet when you conduct in sexual relations then? I have narrowed it down to this as your command. Surely you do not wish for me to be quiet when you are living your life in a way of daily routine. But I do catch on." She almost sounded as though was looking for praise. Jack twitched.. "Yeah that's pretty much what I meant..." The blatancy of his house was sometimes impeccable. He curled himself against his daughter, a position that was less than effective for his intentions of hiding away. "Mute does sound good, huh?"

Zoe nodded, and stuck out her tongue in a playful fashion, catching on to her fathers stiffness and his blatant curtness with his house. Even though she had only really gotten to know him, know him he was still familiar with his little quirks. It was one of the things she enjoyed knowing about him, one of the things few others could say, though they didn’t live with him and thusly wouldn’t be able to get the chance to know them bit by bit. 'Perhaps well have to ask Fargo to install one the next time you talk to him.' She said her voice a whisper against his ear once more, half in assuring him that she was okay regardless of what he thought of himself, a notion she had picked up in his tone of voice, and the other half was so that S.A.R.A.H couldn’t pick up on Zoe's words knowing that the house was bound to feel a bit hurt at the concept of muting its thoughts, after all it was only trying to "Have the twos best interest" at heart.

Her voice was sweet and her breath was warm. This pleased Jack greatly and he smiled. He didn't want to be in the living room anymore for some reason. He felt exposed and the wide space was irritating to say the least. He nudged her jaw line with the bridge of his nose affectionately before he got up. Taking her hand he began the process of leading her. "It's okay S.A.R.A.H. I know you're worried about us both, and we appreciate it," his words sounded almost as exhausted as he was, but the house still took them sincerely. "Oh good!" she chimed gleefully. "I have taken the opportunity to develop these! Come to your bathroom, Sheriff!" Jack's brows furrowed. This was a common Carter expression with him. He guided his youngest up the stairs and pulled her down the hall and into his bedroom where he ushered her to stay. He made his way a bit further where he came across the vast expanse-ness that was the Carter family bathroom. He stood, shrugged and waited for something to happen. Right as he opened his mouth to speak a mechanical sound ushered and he whirled, his hand idly went to his hip--a side arm routinely roosts there. "Here you go, Sheriff Carter!" Jack looked around for a moment and before he knew it he spotted what S.A.R.A.H. had graciously produced. "Aw, for crying out loud," he moaned.. He plucked the condom from it's resting place and eyed it with a deep frown. "What the hell, S.A.R.A.H...." The house beamed with joy, "I designed it specially for you! I have more in production for when you wish to continue your activities. They are custom fit and made to intensify your experience. I hope you like them! I'm only looking to help you think responsibly!" Jack sighed and carried the item as though it were radioactive pinched between his index finger and thumb back to his bedroom. "..She's insane." He said toward his awaiting youth.

Zoe found herself blinking a bit as her arm was tugged on, but stood up, also glad that she was leaving the living room. She knew regardless of where they were they weren’t really able to escape S.A.R.A.H, they lived inside her, but at the same time she felt less exposed in the living room. When they went to Jacks bedroom she sat down on the corner of his bed where she sat with a bit of a flop. She watched him disappear into the bathroom and arched her head a bit curiously trying to see what was going on inside, but it was a bit of a wasted effort. After she determined that it was a fruitless endeavor she placed her arms behind her using them to prop herself up as she leaned back waiting for the other too come back. She couldn’t really hear S.A.R.A.H as she spoke with her father n the other room though she was able to pick up a couple of key words such as activities, custom fit and responsibility. Those were able to help her put two and two together. When he came back it only reassured her assumption about what it was S.A.R.A.H was talking about and she couldn’t help but let out a bit of a laugh as he returned clutching the small little item as though it were on fire. 'Well dad, think about who made her for just a second.' She teased as she placed one of her hands on her mouth to try and stifle another giggle. Oh good ol' S.A.R.A.H.

For a moment he stood looking at the package, then back to his daughter. He repeated this process for a good minute or so before he finally came up to the girl sitting on his bed. The sight was nice indeed, her small frame looking even smaller on his massive Eureka-sized bed. He smiled and shook his head falling in next to her. "Yeah, right.. Fargo. God, I don't know.. That's just weird." He shrugged though and considered... The package was rather sterile and bland looking. How could it possibly 'intensify any experience' when it looked just like it popped out of a hospital bin. His frown etched further and his curiosity set in. He opened the package and pulled the flaccid material free. "It's guaranteed 98 % protection. I am working on making it 100%, but there is always a chance for defect." Jack jumped again at her sudden arrival in his bedroom. "Ah, yeah, uh.. Thanks, I think.." He looked now toward his daughter and shucked the item next to him. If he was going to use it, he'd definitely have to work his way up to it again. S.A.R.A.H. had nearly scared him into hermitage with her sudden ins and outs. Nevertheless, he coiled an arm around her slender form fingers trickling like pellets of water in a dance down her neck and upper arm eventually attending to her waist and resting there.

The young woman was finally able to contain her giggling as her father finished examining the package, and nearly thought she might start up again as S.A.R.A.H started explaining more about her little creation. She was thankful when her father cut S.A.R.A.H off once more. She shook her head, she was about to make some sort of snap at Fargo’s ability to program anything of a sexual nature into anything, since he had most likely never had any, but that was a low blow, and he wasn’t even there to defend himself, so she let it slide from her mind, she had become distracted by the sounded feel of her fathers fingers dancing across her flesh. She was only wearing her typical light blue spaghetti stringed top she so often wore to bed, so his fingers touched about every inch of skin from her neck to her arms and down to her waist as they could, and the sensation was brilliant. All the events proceeding the action had been swiftly knocked from her mind just as quickly as they had arrived there. She felt her hands wander up her fathers chest to fiddle with the buttons in his uniform idly, leaning into the other with a smile carved on her dainty lips. 'Well that was quite the event.' She stated simply to the whole chaos that S.A.R.A.H had started. 'Remember the next time you talk to Fargo... mute button.' she said with a chuckle as she leaned into the nape of the others neck ones more.

Jack felt her tinkering with his uniform and for a moment he considered what it took to wear it. He recalled the academy days, becoming a member of the LAPD, eventually working his way up the ranks into the higher sanctions of governmental service until eventually he crept into the longitude and latitude of U.S. Marshal. Those were the more difficult times of his life, his lack of presence in Zoe's life and Abbey's as well for that matter. He tried his match at the desk job, but the field was where he had belonged... He climbed the ladder of justice as he had always dreamed to have done and earned the badge of Sheriff in a town so small, yet so profound that it was mind boggling. He felt he belonged there, but in a round about way, he felt that his representation of law official was ever so slightly warped. He wanted his daughter in ways that wasn't considered right, or for that matter, ethical, but once again instincts overpower priority and he was already burying his face in her flaxen locks once more. Her scent was tantalizing and he wanted beyond want to lose himself in her again...

Where her father saw his uniform as a source of accomplishment Zoe saw it as a source of torment. That did not mean she wasn’t proud of her father, she admired his drive to become the best he could be, and more. But at the time his drive didn’t extend past his job, and while Jack Carter was caught in the whirlwind of success his family had been caught in the tailspin of a wrecked family. She knew that he did it because he cared about his family, but when you are young the concept is hard to understand. No matter though, that was all in the past and while bits of it still hurt sometimes, Zoe was proud of what her father was now, what he had become. Eureka had done him right, regardless of what he wished to believe. Though she had a feeling that he knew that as well. She slowly began to undo the buttons instead of just fiddling with them. Contented in the fact that he was just as willing as she was. It took all her will power not to just tear at the shirt, and she wondered for a moment why her brain was in such a state, but she didn’t think to much on it. Instead she favored for gently unbuttoning, besides he'd have a hard time explaining why he needed a new shirt. Once she had managed to undo all off them she tugged at the tan cloth pulling it out from where it sat so neatly tucked into the matching tan pants. She took a moment to bask in this all before she went any further, a moment to relax herself against her fathers bed. To soak in the warmth, comfort and scents it provided. It drove her a bit mad, the bed smelt like her father, just Jack Carter. No shampoo, no after shave or cologne, just Jack Carter and that fact drove her on like a force she could barely contain.

The hands that were so needy and small were that of a child he remembered coming out of the hospital that fateful day. He remembered it perfectly too, the disaster that he had gone through with his boss when he had asked for a 'demotion.' He wanted to work behind a desk and the one in charge looked at him as if he were insane. "Carter!" he had said. "What the hell is wrong with you? I need you on the field! You're too damn good to waste away as some damn desk jockey." Jack smiled as he recalled this. It had been at that time one of those days where you wanted to smile and wave your gun around like a lunatic because to be perfectly honest, he didn't want to change positions either... Nimble fingers were working their way down the starched shirt and he continued to reminisce. A few weeks into the position he received that call from Lexi about Abbey. "She's ready to pop, Monkey!" Lexi had said, squealing into his ear like a fanatic. "Get your lanky ass over here and watch!" Lexi was a real piece of work... He'd asked his boss for leave and he remembered exactly what he had said. "Get out of Carter, it's not like you're doing anything important anymore." It was hurtful, but at the time he was able to use familial excuses. He'd gone to the hospital made there a bit late due to LA traffic and once he saw her laid and cared for in the nursery--it was love at first sight. Beautiful licks of blonde flecked from her tiny head like a golden corona. He remembered all to well.. Her body was pressed into his now and for a moment he broke the trance, leaning his face down some to lay a kiss onto the top of her head. His snaked arm about her waist tightened, making certain the closure was a success. The other arm went as well and he tugged her downward--they were laying, embraced on the mid of his plentiful bed and he was now staring into her ever-loving eyes.

Zoe watched as her fathers eyes seemed to disappear into that place they so often did when he thought, but she smiled as she watched him. Normally she would do something to try and gain her fathers attention once more, but not now. Now she would keep her head about her, and keep her yapper shut. Instead she favored to simply run her hands idly across the males neck in a gentle way that was only to prove she was still with him. Still wrapped up in his arms as he went off to "Carter-Land" though she had the same habit, so it really wasn’t her place to say anything about it. She watched for a few moments and then he seemed to pop back into her world, and she flashed another smile at him as his arm pulled her in tighter and he kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes as he moved her, Zoe the whole time letting her body lay slightly limp so he could shift her to where he thought she needed to be. While Zoe was usually the one to take things into her own hand, she allowed her father the privilege of these if only for the simple fact that she still hadn't as much experience as she would of liked, though she was almost certain that her dad was thankful for that one simple fact. Plus, every time they embraced she made a mental note of everything that was going on, Zoe Carter was learning as she so often did, and she was learning quickly, and out of all the subjects she had ever been taught, she had to admit she sort of favored this one.

Jack unknowingly appreciated Zoe's lack of interference when he left for la-la-land, however the strumming fingers on the back of his neck were highly pleasant and definitely something worth returning too. He snarky little smile also aided his return for when she flashed it, he chuckled, a soft sound that mussed his daughter's hair ever so slightly with his gentle breath. He released her, yet with only one hand so he could touch her downy pale face. She was a sight to see, so much like her mother, which made him consider why he was doing this. Then again, Abbey made his stomach churn in a way that when he saw her, his body instantly tensed as though he were conditioned to fight. A lot like those dogs in those fight arenas. You do it long enough and you'll automatically respond to it whether you really want to or not. The hand was slow, soothing traveling the depth and width of Zoe's face, caressing and streaming about to examine the bridge of her nose, the soft palette cheeks, the silky brows and a thumb finally ceasing on her lips to stay there momentarily, basking in their pillowy softness. He was going to take things slower.. Savor this and enjoy the family connection...

Zoe found herself subconsciously following her fathers touch with her movements. His hand felt soft against her skin as he feathered his away across her cheek, her brows her face. It was odd because in her mind she knew that his hands were rough from age, not in the way that an old mans were, her father was in no way "old" in the sense the thought of, but they were aged, years on the force out in the streets of LA would turn anyones hands that way, but at the same time his light touch felt as smooth as silk against her skin. As his fingers danced upon her skin gently she longed for a kiss, a gentle kiss like his touch had been. But she sat there for a few more moments enjoying this touch, she didnt persay want the kiss to lead anywhere else, but if he continued this gentle nature to her lips then by hell she'd be intoxicated for sure. She giggled a bit as he finally touched her lips, the movement somewhat ticklish and she smiled back at her father, somewhat amazed at how she at times could be so very girly, no matter. That was a thought that would have to be left for later. She smiled a bit at him again, as if giving him unspoken permision to seal the deal, in a sense, his lingering fingers on her quivering lips near torment for the young lass.

Jack obliged her whims pulling back the softly prodding finger to catch her jaw and bring her to his level. What was she thinking right now? He wondered this briefly as he laid into her with a kiss that wavered with resistance. It wasn't as if he wanted to pull back, yet more so lean in, but her body, her face, all traces of sincerity were splayed before him. He could read this simply by observation. He was good at that--it was his forte as it were. His lips patted her own pink small lips in a kiss that seemed to linger on and on--innocent in some likes, but far too stayed for one to be fatherly or genuine in a familial bond. He hadn't really noticed, but the other arm had shifted some idly resting his open palm on her belly and moving in concentric circles. Good old fashioned belly rub, that had been his favorite. Or even better, back scratches, but Zoe was supreme on those. In fact the nail marks that had been left in his back the previous night were still ever present, streaks of remembrance in a time that was locked in passion and need by both father and daughter. Strange as it was... He came to an upright position, his hand leaving her face to prop him up some on his elbow so that he was now looking down at her. The moving motion her abdomen had stopped and her small night shirt had been lifted some so that he could feel the skin caught beneath the shirt. Her warm stomach was a nice change of pace from the cloth that had once concealed it and thusly he began to rub again, upward, downward, a thumb just barely poking beneath the bra line and catching occasionally at the band of her pajama bottoms, He wanted to observer her, take her in, slowly and peaceably..

Zoe happily accepted the kiss and her gentle touch on his neck became a short quick squeeze as he kissed her. So entranced with the kiss she was that she didn’t even notice that he had pulled up her top a bit. Infact she barely noticed the belly rub at all. She let out a soft sigh of content, these were the moments she loved the moments before everything got crazy. Not that she didn’t like the craziness of it all infact it gave her a bit of a rush thinking about it, but she wanted to savor this round, to taste it like a fine wine, slowly and delicately, after all if one rushed through an act it left them wanting more and more, to let it drag out, to extend left them with a full satisfaction that she knew she wanted, and had a good idea with his soft and slow pace that he too wanted. She wiggled with his touches none the less, feeling her body respond more out of second nature then thought. Though she had learned that instincts should be trusted and followed through with, after all while perhaps not leading her down the path of "righteousness" they were leading her down a path she wanted indeed.

Every inkling Zoe's body set off, Jack registered. He could feel her teenage impatience, yet her desire to want to take it slow all at once. Her hormones wouldn't allow her to do this in some ways, while in others her sheer intelligent grace would grant her the ability to knock down her willful mannerisms some so that her slow-mo Dad could savor her teenage fire. In a way this was a rush for him as well, an older man thusly him being partaking in one so damn young--it was enough to throw him into the mix of heat and gratification of wanting her entirely, right this moment, but he refrained. His tongue, moist and hot like his increasing breath slipped between his lips and sifted past hers as well, giving sweet, feathery laps. Her inner mouth was pure joy and a fleeting thought came over him as he flecked his tongue serenely about.. He wondered, gods, just what that little mouth was capable of. He was getting a rise out of the imagery and before he knew it, he had enveloped her in a long, and deepening kiss that would consume them both for mere minutes.

Zoe closed her eyes and let herself melt against her father as he kissed her. She remained mostly still for the most part, allowing him complete control. She didn’t make any move to urge it on nor did she make a move to stop it, she simply just accepted it willingly parting her lips to allow the other access to them. She half wished she had more experience in dealing with said situations, but it wasn’t like she had a lot or practice yet. Sure she had seen things on cable, but seeing and experiencing were two completely different concepts, and one was not as easily interchangeable with one another. However though in order to learn one had to start somewhere, and in all reality she couldn’t think of a better way to start. While most would find that concept off, perhaps even a bit disturbing. She found it inviting even a tad bit exciting, after all who better to learn from then “the master” they after all helped create you. If that thought made her sick, then hell she didn’t want to be well.

Jack's constant shift between musings of his past continued on for several more moments. His complexion was tired, and he seemed ready to give into his surroundings, be it a bed accompanied with his beautiful offspring. The kiss, soft, tender, delicate and barely existent intensified ever so slightly, his hand still swimming in the softness of her pale abdomen. He shifted a little more to ease the growing tension in his entirety. He felt stiff and at ready, but he wasn't about to jump into things this round. He promised a slow session of experience with his daughter. That didn't even sound right, but he had lost all abilities of caring. He pulled away, his lips extending just slightly in a soft suction to the younger girl's mouth. It was delicious and he was infatuated. He wanted to explore her more, travel her contours, crevices--he wanted to see her entirely splayed before him in all her glory. Gods, he wanted to see her poetic body meshing with his in an exciting euphoric rage of passion. The Sheriff pushed her shirt upward, further, his fingers gliding in between her bra. He now was a full witness to the undergarment beneath while the shirt remained tucked beneath the girl's chin.. "Zoe..." he panted wantonly. There was a twitch in his fingers.. He wanted to fondle, to caress, yet he waited for her confirmation. He may be her father, but he wasn't about to move things too quickly, not with her uncertain about where things were going to go next. A moan elicited as he was mildly impatient.

Her back arched in response to his touch a natural instinct her teenage body had yet been able to control. She shivered as she felt his hands move against her flesh, and as the cool air hit her flesh and she moved her hands from resting on his neck to back under his uniform top. Keeping her hand inbetween the tan fabric and the black underneath it, while she knew this time around she wanted it to go slow, she also felt the need for them to be naked. Not in the sense that she needed them to be naked for sex, that was sort of just a reaction to being naked. But the other night when they rested together, in one another’s arms. Stealing heat from one another’s bodies with nothing inbetween them, that was perfect. She couldn’t think of anything that could be compared to that moment. She desired moments like those, and if other things spawned from those moments, then so be it. Her eyes fluttered open a bit when her father mentioned her name and she cocked her head to one side in question, licking a little at her lips when he parted them to speak. She went to say something, but her words got caught in her throat, and in her mind, so when she finally was able to say something all she could manage to say was. 'Yes...?' Her name hadn’t even been presented in a questioning manner, but she couldn’t think of any other response off the top of her head, and he brain was a little to scattered for thought.

Her soft voice emanated in his ears for a moment. Such a simple reply and he really hadn't even expected it, but when it happened, it was enough to send him into fits of longing. Jack was a master of containing himself however, and he was even so patient that the torment of waiting was a pleasurable experience for him. He eyed the lacey bearings that was his daughter's garment. He didn't give her any sort of reply, just a husky deep breath that suggest his riled nature. Finally Jack applied a hint of authority, reaching around and popping the links of her cloth, allowing the fabric to loosen. He pulled it completely upward exposing her small womanly form. She still had a ways to go, but for now this was absolutely perfect. She was budding into something so amazing that he could hardly contain himself at the thought of her growing up just a bit more. He deflowered her, took her virginity for himself and it was grand, leaving him with a grateful feeling of comfort and satisfaction that no other would get that privilege. Zoe was his first and nothing could ever change that. Jack worked the materials off of her, leaving her rendered topless. Before he continued, however, he shrugged himself out of the tan overshirt, the shirt collapsing on the floor behind him with a thud as the badge carried it down harder than it would have otherwise. He sat up completely now, raising his arms above him to move his opaque undershirt off as well and when this was done, he joined her again, their warm upper bodies coming in a moment of contented contact. "You're beautiful, sweetheart, absolutely beautiful.." He was now basking with her for a moment..

Another shiver coursed through her thin body as she was exposed once more to the elements. She watcher her father, making a mental note of everything as he moved as she had done before, and as she had subconsciously done her whole life. She jumped a bit at the clunk as the badge hit the floor mostly because she hadn’t been expecting it though she should of really. No matter she couldn’t be on top of everything all the time. As he removed his shirts she lowered her hands to rest on his thighs, using her thumbs to dance along the taunt muscles playfully and when he leaned in towards her again she ran those hands up his thighs, his hips, his chest and finally let them rest wrapped around his thick neck once more. As he mentioned her beauty she blushed a bit and let a bit of a nervous chuckle, her response was so woman it wasn’t funny. 'Eh, Not really.' She said her voice littered with self doubt, it was a curse of the womanly race, they weren't pretty enough, they weren’t smart enough, didn’t have big enough boobs, didn’t have perfect enough hair, and when one thing was complimented another seemed to take its place as a "Well, sure but." instance.

Jack let loose a soft chortle, his smile sincere and eyes momentarily veiled by lashes and lids. He was amused at his daughter's nonchalance toward his comment about her looks. She was smoking, as some would say, however had he heard anyone actually say that, he'd likely have them for dinner or maybe just lock them away for safe measure--Jack wasn't a cannibal--Nevertheless he broke from his moment of entertained thoughts and looked at her again, her tiny tendril-like fingers probing at his thighs made him taut and tense in response. He was more than read to have the girl now, just take her for all she was worth, rampage her innards with his length and savor it that way, but he continued to put forth resistance in his sexual battle. Instead he let her hands crawl up his body her delicious touches sending him in whorls of delight. The elder Carter's gaze fell again and he resounded a gentle moan, and he was at it again, channeling the need by tugging at her pajama bottoms this time, he performed an interesting little maneuver that would entice the both of them. He was on top of her now, momentarily press against her for the sheer thrill of it all and then it was a quick gesticulate motion and he removed the girls pants from her body effortless albeit gracefully as well. The same motion was made on his behalf, though he had a belt to finagle with, nevertheless, the two were now sporting their bottom undergarments now together. He flashed a quirky little smile. This time decorating his boxers had been little monkeys--a gift from Lexi...

Zoe felt a surge run through her body as she felt her father tense against her touches, as lately it was the other way around. It gave her a sick sort of rush. As she felt the other take off her pajama pants she let out a small "Eep" of surprise, blushing a little bit as she realized how girly she had just acted. Zoe by no means wanted to act "butch" but at the same time she wasn’t the overly girly type to allow herself to "Eep" in surprise. No matter she had already done it and there was no taking it back now she'd already done it. When he stripped from the last bit of his uniform she couldn’t help but giggle at his choice of boxers. That was one of the things that she loved most about her father, his silly little quirks that kept you on your toes, she never really realized them all before but the more time she spent with her father, the more she wanted to learn more about him. Learn more from him. She leaned in towards the other and raised a thin eyebrow in her own little quirkiness. 'I have got to talk to Aunt Lexi about getting you these things.' She said snapping the elastic waist of the boxers playfully, laughing a bit at the thought of her aunt picking the boxers out because she thought her brother should "Relax more, and be a bit more playful and a lot less serious."

The small sounds that escaped from the younger Carter amused Jack once more. He knew she hadn't expected this, but this was what made him do it in the first place. He caught her thigh with his hand, managing to fit a nice firm grasp around the smooth flesh pleased with his closeness even more so. He rose the grasp upward some, fingers just barely breaching contact with the teenage lacey underwear then slowly sloping downward just above the knee and repeating the process slowly and gingerly. Her words made him snuffle, chuckle somewhat and then shake his head. "Your aunt needs to grow up just a bit." She was easily the most annoying sister Jack had ever seen--and he'd seen a lot growing up. His was always the worst, but he wouldn't trade the woman for the world--same goes with his ever loving daughter. A bout of seriousness fell over him again and leaned in kissing her adorable little mouth again. The previous thoughts rummaged through his mind again--all the assortment of blissful things she could do with that pink mouth of hers. The notion drove Jack's kiss to deepen, a strength of passion washed over him as he made the kiss firm and dominating. He raided her mouth with his tongue, seeking the heat as much as he was emanating it. The hand at her thigh was now upward again, threading dangerously close to the lacey cover of all her femininity.

While she had done a pretty good job at holding herself back, trying to make things last. Even if it was just a little bit longer, to hold out a little bit more. But as she felt her fathers lips press against her in a fit of passion she lost herself completely in him, she pulled herself towards the other, using her fathers back as leverage to close what little space the two had between them she was going to say something to her father along the lines of "Aunt Lexi says the same about you" but the words were completely driven from her mind and her mouth as the two shared their heated kiss. Zoe couldn't help but stick out her tongue a bit this time, lapping at her fathers in a playful way inviting him to dance along with her own. She adjusted on of her hands to sit around his chest barely able to wrap the appendage across his chest, but still somehow managing to do it. She was a bit more daring this time around, after all she didn’t quite have the chance the last time they had a moment like this. Slowly she began to walk her fingers across the males back, tracing each bone in his spine with a gentle touch, just barely tickling his hot flesh. Her keen eyes watching his reaction to the touch of her hands. This time she was going to see what really made her father tick and she was going to try every trick in the book she had, it wasn’t a very big book, but she'd try them all none the less.

He could feel the shared sentiments between him and his child--the want, the lingering devotion to a good game of foreplay, but it was starting to ride on both of them, nevertheless the war waged on and they both kept their ground impressively. When kiss broke he caught her playfulness, her gently lapping tongue--gods that little tongue.. He wanted so much to shove her face--no, he'd behave and to the best of his abilities as well. Intricate little fingers danced along his spine and he glistened with joy, his own natural scent of longing wafting smoothly over his youngest, her scent as well, so sweet and delicate--it screamed of the girly-ness she assumed she was not. He had to admit, he enjoyed those bouts of girly-ness she let out, even for just a mere second, but Jack was a fan of a frail female. It pleased him to see that she was beneath him--a place he wished she always would be from here on out. At least he'd know she'd be protected. Though their lips parted, and her playfulness ensued, it was back to business yet again and his thumbs pricked into the edges of her wears. Slowly he let the bits of cloth drift downward. He too followed the motion, his face equal now to her abdomen so that he could observe the process. His lips dried quickly due to his increase in breathing. This was immaculate. Slower now, slower until her tiny frame was entirely exposed to him.. It was starting to get harder to fight the urges.. That much was evident and would be more so when his monkey boxers became unbearable despite their alleged roominess. He stared, a loving adoration, but a stare nevertheless and he was entranced. "Mm.. So beautiful.. Zoe."

A smile graced the others lips, half in pure happiness, the other in a bit of deviousness. She allowed her fingers to trace down his spine until they reached in the small of his back, slowly she ran her hand from her fathers lower back to round its way to his front, where the small hand disappeared from view in the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts. She fumbled inside only for a moment until she found what she sought after. She liked having a certain amount of control. While she didn’t want all of it, hell if she was given all of it she might have a bit of a mental breakdown if only because she wouldn’t know what to do, but she liked to think she exercised a little bit of control. Slowly she danced her fingers across her fathers stiff length tracing it just had she had done to his spine. She leaned in towards the other, kissing at his bottom lip and then nibbling at it playfully before she began to move down towards his neck, stopping at his Adams apple to play with it affectionately. Sure she had never done anything of this sort before, but that was half the fun of exploration, wasn’t it, Discovering new things, learning new things and through this Zoe Carter was learning a lot. Though in the back of her mind she knew that this was not quite what people had in mind when they traditionally thought of parents teaching children, however Zoe's family had never been "traditional"

Jack was rather fond of where this was going. His feisty young companion was up to something, that devious smirk duly noted. This was what he loved about his daughter. When she put him on that pursuit last year, across four states, he had been so beyond pissed that he could spit, but he was also challenged and in a round about way, he loved that--he loved that about her. He fingers were like a flame that lit his wick. They had danced down his back in a way that made him tremble with anticipation, and before he knew they had slipped beneath his boxers collecting below. She was opposing her ignorance of this subject by letting herself discover. Jack felt it was the best way to go about it. He wanted to be patient with her and let her explore and thusly he did. He gave in, allowing her to take temporary charge of her Sheriff of a father. Both positions, law enforcer and parental unit, were completely shucked and he let the daughter take the reigns of the situation. He quickly bit his bottom lip as her sweet kisses trickled from his lip to his Adams apple. He was the epitome of 'man.' A good brew, a rare steak, a rousing game of baseball--it was bliss for Jack--and now this. It subdued him and in return he lusted, lusted just like a man.. His groan gave evidence that Zoe was doing the right thing here, but the boxers were proving to be quite the obstacle.

Zoe couldn’t help but smile at the others reactions. To have even just the tiniest bit of control made her happy. After all, she doubted even if she had a boyfriend, that he wouldn’t be so accepting of her wanting even a bit of control, though she had never had a real boyfriend to find that out with, but for some reason she was alright with that. After her experience with her father, she felt that had it been anyone else, she wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as she did. She would of felt empty about the whole thing, it would of been awkward, weird or perhaps something horrible. In a sense it really should of been all those things anyway, he was after all her father. But at the same time he loved and cared for her in a way that no other could and that had lead to their encounter. While not completely innocent in nature, it was full of the love and the caring that she had wanted and needed. She blinked a few times realizing that she had lost herself in thought, she chuckled a little bit and used her hand to begin to pull her fathers boxers off his hips and down his built legs. Making sure her hand never left his skin as she slowly pulled the silky shorts off.

For a moment Zoe's bodily reaction had declined some and Jack looked at his youngster to see what was going on. Then he couldn't help but smile as this time it was the teen lost in thought, traveling in her mind to some distant Carter-land place that only the two of them could really muster. He drifted as well as he remembered what Abbey had said to him one evening he actually came home from work early. "I got Zoe's report card in," she had said bitterly. Jack was exhausted that night--he remembered that much. He'd just sat down with a brew. Nodding he stated, "And?" as if Abbey assumed his was a telepath. The woman sighed, "Jack, she's still failing her classes. The teacher tells me that she's distracted and she's not even trying. God I swear sometimes she's so much like you that I just don't know what to do with her!" He recalled the moment Abbey had given up the conversation. Jack couldn't punish Zoe for being like him. It wasn't fair to the both of them, but Abbey was always like that, blaming anything that happened to be a flaw in his daughter's persona on him. It was always his fault. Nevertheless, the boxers were sleekly removed and he couldn't have been happier to return to the girl. He was now as exposed as his delectable youth was. This was getting interesting. He decided not to take the reigns up just yet. Let her examine him. After all he was doing that very same thing with her, her slender young body so taut and firm with the lack of maturation...

As his body seemed to relax a bit to her movements she thought this would be a good time to explore. She had always thought about boys, well that was a lie, she had mostly always thought about boys. When one is a teenager, even if they never have had sex before, they are always sort of planning what they could do if given the chance, and Zoe was no exception to that rule, her curiosity took over as she shifted herself a bit. Running her hands up her fathers side abandoning their posts at his nether regions. She moved them to rest on his chest, never removing her lips from the skin of the others neck. She pushed on her fathers chest a bit, though he outweighed her a lot, as he should. She hoped that he would follow along with her pushing him to the other side of her body so that the other would lie beside her, and for once, if just for a bit, she could be the dominating party. Zoe had no real intention of controlling the whole thing after all, but she wanted a chance to have a go at a thought, a concept that she had boiled inside her mind.

The Sheriff was more than just responsive to her nonverbal requests which was odd considering how in demand he most commonly ways. Jack Carter was, as mentioned, the epitome of male. He represented it well, but Zoe tugged on the heart strings so easily--it was the fact she was his daughter, in aspect of everything else, his everything and he could never see himself harming her, or the like in anyway otherwise. Come to think of it, he mused with pursed lips as her gentle nudgings were addressed positively, she's by far the most important thing to me. He hadn't really just come to that conclusion, but he was taking it in carefully, considering it beyond anything else. Zoe Carter was his responsibility, his precious fledgling, and he wanted to remain with her forever and always as a protective source, her guardian as it were. His gaze brightened as he watched her, blue hues glittering like sapphire pools of fire as he anxiously awaited her next move. He granted her this much as she was learning, educated through experience and thank God he was that education program.. His body was tense, however, flexed and upright in other areas, completely exploited to her young eyes.

She smiled a bit at how easily her father had allowed her, her moment of command. Sometimes it paid to be daddys little girl. She shifted a bit as he lay down in the middle of his bed on the other side of her and she stood up a bit slinging one of her thin legs around her fathers side so that she straddled the other, keeping a fair amount of space between them currently. She took a moment to trace the outline of her fathers body below her as he had so often done to her. It felt weird being on top, and would gladly relinquish the position after she had conducted her little "experiment" A moment or so passed as she stared and finally she leaned so that the pairs faces were mere inches apart, and without another moment of hesitation grabbed her fathers lips with her own, giving them a rather more forceful kiss then the two had shared before while doing this she moved her hands to dance along his arms and then into his hands, where she laced her thin fingers with his own larger and more powerful ones as if to make sure he couldn’t use his hands to try and escape, not that she thought he would plan on it but one never knew. She barely lingered at his lips long enough for him to respond before she began to kiss down the others neck, leaving another nip before she moved to play with his collar bone, nipping and biting at the skin playfully. Never once did she break the skin with all her play biting, even though she had been slightly tempted to as she engulfed herself in his scent, his movements his everything, but she held herself back because while she sort felt like it at the moment Zoe Carter wasn’t some sort of feral beast.

There was a skeptical look about Jack Carter as his daughter staked her position on top of him. He wondered just what exactly the girl was up to, but the stiffness that was formed in between his legs had kept him from inquiring. He had a bout of hopefulness that maintained him in hopes that her little excavation would be a successful pleasure cruise for her father--and even if it it wasn't, Jack would still very much appreciate the tussle the two would eventually share. That's what kept him going--he'd be the one in charge once more and that settled his dilemma right then and there. Her powerful kiss had taken him by surprise, a muffled sound came from him as she planted the vivacious claim on his mouth. It was pleasing, indeed! Now to see where this would take them. He wanted to respond but just as he made a go at it, she had pulled back sliding her much desired mouth downward toward his neck, nipping and gnawing on his heated flesh. He wanted nothing more than to clasp her small face and jerk her downward and pile into that perfect mouth with those pink lips and that hot lapping tongue. Jack's own feral mannerisms were beginning to emerge--a were-Sheriff as it were and he tried so desperately not to act on his notions. "..mm.. Dammit, more.." he managed to mutter, his body reacting to hers in away that he rocked his hips upward hoping to collide with something--anything to just get a slight nudge to alleviate his expansive tension.

Zoe's lips curled into a smile as she came off his hot flesh for a moment to catch a breath. She pulled herself off her fathers skin if only for a moment to watch her fathers reaction, then dove back into his flesh for more. This time she began to kiss down the males chest, stopping at one of her fathers nipples, she leaned into it, scooting herself down a bit to get better access to his chest and to get a bit more comfortable. She began to lap at the bud playfully before taking it into her mouth and nipping at it, her tongue still continuing to tease as her teeth rubbed against the sensitive skin. She kept her hands squeezed into her fathers own for now, limiting anything he could do with them, though really at any moment had he wanted to fight against her, she wouldn’t have a chance. But she hoped that it wouldn’t come down to that before she was finished. As she felt her fathers hips buck against her leg she let out a bit of a growl as if to say “don’t interrupt me.” She was slightly taken back by this response mostly because she had issued it before her brain could even comprehend that she was doing it. She looked a bit shocked with herself and that caused her to momentarily let go of her fathers teased flesh and look up at him as if silently saying she was sorry for the fact that she had just acted way out of character for herself

His fingers that were interlaced with hers clasped firmly on her smaller hands, not painfully, but firm enough to suggest his growing intensity. His eyes were now completely veiled away, head turned offward as he nuzzled the bedding for a moment in hopes to alleviate his tension. This change of pace, the role reversal was new to him, and in some manner of speaking, he rather enjoyed it, but there was a growing impatience about him. He sustained himself like he'd down a million times previously. Flexing his fingers into hers again and again as she smiled dauntingly down at him, his eyes flashed open to gaze at her as she took this moment to reflect on her next motions. Her lithe young body sat atop him and looked spectacular. He observed her youthfulness, the pleasant mounds on her chest bouncing delicately as she readjusted herself precariously. She slid downward her body perfectly tantalizing--teasing him. "Ah god da--" he bit his tongue, flexing his fingers yet again. Her mouth came in contact with a fleck of flesh that was far too sensitive for him not to get excited about. Her glittering little teeth gnawed the nub playfully and again he came to a rise, his hips meeting her in some fashion or another before dropping and performing again. She needn't apologize for her antics--Jack Carter was mildly surprised, but more thoroughly into their game of torment. "I want to.." He took several breaths before he continued, "God, Zoe, I want your mouth.." Now how she would respond to that double-meaning was up to her, but he knew what he wanted...

Zoe felt herself get a rush out of what she was able to do to her father the effect she had over him, that devious little smile appeared on her thin lips once more as she began her decent once more, seeming to ignore his words for now. She shifted slowly as she moved, like a cat stalking its prey in reverse, her movements were swift, dainty, and cat like as she slide down her fathers bed. Finally she came to the point where she could no longer keep her hands interlocked in her fathers without somehow dislocating something and she relinquished her hold, sliding her thin fingers out from under his own. She didn’t allow her fingers to remain idle for very long however as they seemed to gravitate towards his body once more as she slowly danced them across his sides, following a bit behind her own movements. Finally she arrived at her destination, his groin. She stopped for a moment and shifted herself so that she sat comfortably at his knees taking her hands and resting them against her fathers hips. She tossed her hair out of her way as she slowly lowered her mouth towards his erection where she gave it a few quick laps, looking up at him with her inquisitive eyes to see what sort of reaction she could get out of her father. Though she hypothesized she would get her desired reaction.

There it was, the relinquish of power. Zoe hadn't known it just yet, but once her hands fell out of Jack's she tossed aside her control and it was all him now. He put on a facade, however, and let her keep her throne in jest. Her wicked little smirks were caught and he gave her a look that promised consequence for her actions--that sort of look that came from a father to a child, but he knew he likely wouldn't do anything in any way that would harm her, or make her believe that what she was doing was wrong. Oh no, none of this was wrong and the Sheriff's jaw dropped instantly. Her response to his words, despite her intentionally ignoring him, was exactly how he had wanted it. They both were getting their cake and eating it too. She wanted to gauge him while he wanted to collide with her mouth. It was a win-win situation. He unleashed on her, hands reaching upward, back curling some so that he could collect her face and when he managed this, his gaze was clouded with lust and fervor. He resisted the urge to plummet her mouth, but his grasp on her twitched downward some, the perfect relay that he wanted more of her sweet teenage mouth. Things were definitely getting interesting and the Carter family frolic was moving along accordingly, unbraided.

Zoe took his hands as a command to continue and thus did so. She kept her hands on his hips as leaned into his erection once more, giving the hard length a few good licks with her tongue rather then a couple of quick laps. Wanting to draw the moment out, draw this whole situation out, she had plans for this teasing to only last a bit, after all to much playing in a males nether regions resulted in a quick finish to a fun game and Zoe wanted none of that, not today. How she was sure that that would happen, while she might of never had sex before the other night, she had heard a great few things about it. Her generation after all was obsessed like no generation come before her, hell even the hippies had more decency then todays youth, not by much but the point still remained valid. After she had teased the length a few good times, she decided to give her father what she knew he wanted, ever a thoughtful daughter Zoe was. She leaned in towards the other, surrounding his erection in her mouth slowly, drawing out the action as not to give him to much experience all at once, though it took a fair mount of willpower she had to admit as she could taste her fathers saltiness tease her taste buds and that drove her a bit more over the edge as she would of liked.

The soft, moist, horrifically sweet mouth that he had so longed to have at his command was once again tainting his cock with a ravishing good first try. Zoe was gaining a good sense about these things, and quickly to. Not once did it occur to Jack that he could very well be tainting his daughter in light of allowing her to aspire toward other boys and other activities--no that would be an issue salvaged for later--for now she was using her charm, wit, and gain of sexual tact on him and he was reveling in it. He could tell she was being coy with him, watching him with her keen little eyes. In a way, Zoe was about as voyeuristic as her old man. He got off on watching her as well, it's what really started this whole dang mess in the first place. She'd caught onto everything thus far rather quickly and he both commended and condemned her for this. His body ached for pleasure, and in some cases release--the activity nearly drove him over the edge. A tiny milky fleck drizzled like the frosting on freshly baked rolls from his tip--a pre-cum of sorts that snuck past the girl and her initial intentions. He was no where near finished, in fact tormented more by this, but her jaw aligned around him once more and Jack could taste the sweetness of heaven just by the moisten lips and mouth wrapped around his rigidness. This called for sound, and the Sheriff reverberated again, a shiver followed by a churning moan.

Zoe mostly watched her father for reactions, though to say she wasn’t getting a sort of jolly out of watching her father would be lying. She after all had never done this before, she didn’t know what to do or how to do it. She only had thoughts, ideas. She didn’t have actions, reactions, skills. But she soldiered on as best she could with what little she had to go on at his reaction to it all she smiled as much as she could with a mouth full, and closed her eyes. Letting herself commit to the task at hand, she had been giving the “You’re doing all right” go ahead by her father, whether or not he knew it or not. She moved her hands a bit, running her smooth digits down his legs and to his knees to give herself a bit more access as she lost herself completely in the moment. She began to dance her tongue around his smooth length, mapping each little detail mentally as she slid her moist tongue up and down, clockwise counterclockwise, each movement was slow deliberate, nothing to fast nothing to sudden just savoring his delicious manhood like a child with a lollipop not wanting to hang on to the delicious candy forever.

Her lack of experience was duly noted, but not in a way that would put her off from what she was doing. She was learning and this fact had been covered, but the matter of her inexperience was what drove Jack literally to a maddening state of sexual frustration. It was like a tapping into his darker side--firstly deflowering his daughter and now pleasuring himself in an oral encounter with her blessed mouth. He felt her smile around his length sending a shiver up and throughout his entire body. Threading his fingers through her hair he came to a cease along the sides of her head where he rested open palms in the masses of blonde. At this point he could send the girl running by thrusting upward his hips and downward her head, but he didn't--surprisingly to say, it took a lot of willpower not to. Jack felt the control of the situation coming back into his hands, literally--the downy locks of his ex-wife's offspring were soft and slippery to the touch, but his grasp was firm. In no way was he controlling her, however, but he was leering dangerously close to an edge that Jack Carter didn't so often breach. Her moist dewy tongue flicked about the contours of his manhood, a dashing oral dance of pleausre and frustration. His body responded finally, a nearly miniscule jerk upward into her mouth. A modest outcry followed that leaked a need for his daughter's attention. Usually it was always the other way around..

She felt his hands lace through her flaxen locks as he silently urged him on and she continued, ever willing to obey her fathers silent commands. As she licked she ran her hands up her fathers thighs, dancing them again along the taunt sweat riddled flesh. She wanted her body to be all over his own in sweet embrace, but that was awfully hard to do when ones mouth was bit tied down to someone’s nether regions. No matter her wandering hands would have to make do with what they had to fulfill her needs. She found herself shocked a bit as he bucked his hips, and it caused her to let go of the warm hold her mouth had over her fathers erection, it hadn’t hurt her, nor had it made her do things she would of died of embarrassment over that she had heard horror stories of, it just sort of surprised her. She watched her dad for a moment before running her hands from his thigh to his pelvis to rest at the base of her fathers erection. She did this half to steady the erect sexual organ, the other to hold him back a bit so she wouldn’t be as surprised the second time around, though she really only had plans to continue this on for a little bit more, she wasn’t ready for him to be finished quite yet, and she could feel the tenseness shivering through his body with each playful suck.

He had slipped up and her response to his movements were enough to let him know this. He heard her practically squeak in retort, but she didn't seem to be displeased by this which alleviated his worry some. His next concern was what she was going to do next. Jack wasn't as anxious as he had just been due to the circumstances of his daughter's bout with surprise, but he was entirely enthralled his dark side quelled some thanks to the incident. "..I'm sorry," he barely mustered toward the girl between his legs. Her traveling fingers, small claws, heated palms made him shiver again, sending him back to that place of power once more. He felt dangerous, wanton and in control. "Zoe, I.. I need you," his words were struggling as much as he was against the reigns of power that tempted him to round up the girl and shag her like it wasn't anything. He wanted to cover every orfice--oddly as it sound, Jack wanted something so much and so indescribably bad, that he thought it be best if he just let her assume control once more. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting her--it was his job to protect, but god dammit he wanted to fuck her in everyway imaginable…

Zoe grinned a bit at her fathers words, god how those words drove her crazy, It took everything inside her just to not lose control, but she kept her head level minded and lowered her mouth against his length a bit deeper then she had before, knowing her limits so she didnt do anything stupid, and then slowly and gently she ran the very tips over her pearly whites back up, making sure not to hurt her father on the way back up, and then as much as she didn’t want to she released his hard length from her mouth. She shimmied back up towards her fathers face, resting her chest against his slowly laying ontop his fit frame. She smiled a bit and leaned in towards the other giving him another fierce kiss like the one she had left on his lips just moments before. ‘I need you too dad.’ She said separating their lips for only a moment, before she was on them again. Needing to taste every little bit of him she could. Having both delicious tastes on her lips at one time was nearly maddening, god how she loved it. It sent a shiver coursing though her spine and she leaned in for more.

Jack Carter wasn't entirely aware of how much his own pleasure was affecting his daughter, but he was gaining a sense of it though. The devious dance of temptation shared between father and daughter was winding to levels of sexual intrigue--she wanted more as well. She said as much, and the concept riled him just the same, her sweet voice saturated with inexperience and teenage drive which was more than he could say for any other sexual experience he had actually had. This was above and beyond the encounters Jack had due not only to the fact that it was just because she was his daughter, but because she was blasting young! But that's what made it so much more invigorating--so delectable.. Her mouth confidently strode about his length, deeper and raking the edges with her teeth. This caused the Sheriff to budge ever so slightly once more, his hips rising to make the procedure last just that much longer.. When it was over however, he nearly whined, the image of him spilling down her throat was a bit more than he could handle at this point. Rocking her small form upward, Jack met her gaze with his, his hands clasping her tiny hips and holding her firmly into place against his entirety. He wanted feel all of her. The kiss was, interesting to say the least. He could taste himself in her mouth and oddly enough that turned him on quite a bit--unexpectedly so... The bittersweet combo of him and her in a cocktail Carter mixture was to die for--a sexual beverage of delectation. She shivered. He followed in suit by running his hips against hers.. It was a reply of sorts. "The.." he nodded, wavering in and out of the intimate haze. "God, Zoe, ..now..!" He lifted the girl now, prepping to settle her into position--but he hesitated, waiting for her confirmation once more.

Zoe clawed at her fathers chest a bit playfully, dancing her finely cut nails across his hot flesh, feeling the tips burn as she did so. She didn’t do it very hard, no she had already scratched up his back to all hell. No it was just in a teasing sort barely touching the skin, just enough so that he was reminded that she was all over him, in many a different ways as well She felt him dance around in her mouth, savoring their flavors. She moved down towards his lower lip once more to nibble at the soft skin playfully. Needing more, wanting more. God she could barely contain herself, it felt good to be on top, to have even just a little bit of control, even if she knew that he could take it back any time he wished, even just having the concept that she was in charge was enough to drive her senses up the wall. She tossed back a little bit of her hair and moved to press her hands against his hips once more, his words barely making it through to her fogged mind. It took her brain a moment to interrupt his request. A moment to actually allow the words to process in her mind. She couldn’t help but smile a bit at his words god how they drove her crazy, this power, his words. It took every fiber in her being to hold herself back, from taking everything she had ever wanted from the older male. But she needed to control herself, needed to continue to have the upper hand. In her sick mind, she wanted her father to beg for it, to tell her how much he wanted this, needed it. She shifted a bit positioning herself just inches away from his erection, just enough so that he could feel the heat emanating off her womanhood. She had no idea how she had learned to be this devious, it must have been instincts, that and the television. ‘What was that?’ she asked, her voice soft and a bit harsh as she seemed to struggle for every breath. She had heard her father just fine, but he didn’t need to know that quite yet.

Jack was a man of control—it had always been in his nature since he was born and to lose that power was a bit more than he was willing to settle with. His daughter was taking the bull by the horns as it were, but he’d let her have her fun for now. Afterall, if he wanted to seek any sort of revenge, he could do so just as tastefully as the younger Carter. The sliding nails across his chest reminded him of his position in the relationship. Yes he was the male, he was in charge by default, but to let the younger believe as much was more fun in some aspects. The elder of the two smirked as she nibbled at his bottom, clamping gently on her top one to keep her from parting the kiss. It made the game more entertaining in some ways. S.A.R.A.H. had to be the most confused house on the face of the planet—the relationship between a father and daughter were moralistically defined, but Jack and Zoe were completely dissembling the concept for the computer and their actions were no way what she had gathered a true father and daughter were supposed to be toward one another. When the girl teasingly settled herself into position, he did in fact feel the heat of her womanhood, a short gasp came from the older Carter and he rocked slightly at her gesture. “Shit, Zoe, you aren’t going to make me wait, are you?” He didn’t usually curse, but moments ran by sheer instinct made a person mad with lust. He had half a mind to flip the girl over, shove her knees into her face and pry past her lower lips with his hardened length, slamming with his might and a need that he so obviously burned with.

Zoe smiled a bit deviously, in a bit of an ironic twist of fate she began to nag her father. Well that was so out of character for the situation. She saw his face twist a bit in sexual frustration and heard the tone voice he took. God she shouldn’t of gotten such a kick out of this, it was slightly sickening, but in her minds eye nothing could be more right then this, sure they weren’t the usual picture of what a family should be, they had never been. But at the same time Zoe wouldn’t trade this experience, these moments for the world, and right now she wouldn’t pass them up. She nibbled at his lower lip some more as he kept them locked in sensual embrace. She shifted more with a bit of a groan, moving her hands once more to dance down towards his hips then up to where the soft area gently as she had done to her earlier. ‘You, didn’t say the magic word.’ She said with a sly little smile, god she was asking for it now and in a sense she really was. She hadn’t the chance to do all this before, everything had moved so fast that she barely had enough time to breathe let alone think of things like this to do to torment and tease her father. Though she felt the need for it to continue just as badly as her father did. But right now she was just trying to keep her head together as she continued on her teasing trail of sexual deviancy...

Zoe’s feisty little snarky mannerisms made Jack wrinkle his nose at the girl. He lifted his head, came into contact with her mouth and nipped firmly on those taunting lips. She wasn’t about to get away with this. He wouldn’t ground her, no, but a punishment was necessary. She had said something about a magic word, and he had had just about enough of this. “Now,” he replied solemnly which was a bit of a surprise considering how obscure he had been just moments ago. It was a bit of a blur, but the Sheriff was notorious for his ability to take-down the criminals as it were, however those very same maneuvers were just as capable in the bed. He had taken his grasp on her hips and used this hold to his advantage, rolling the girl over, flipping the roles as it were and in mere seconds he was leering over her, his face inches away from hers with a soft simper coursing over his moist lips. This time he wanted to turn the tables, while taking the opportunity to explore the crevices of his child. He lowered himself some, all the while keeping a firm grasp on her to maintain her position beneath him. His tongue flicked outward tainting a small pinkish nub that bounced joyously in response to his advances. Before she could respond, his mouth landed over the very same sensitive nub and collected a generous lapping and flickering before he pulled away and blew ever so lightly on the now moistened flesh.

Zoe let out a bit of a feral growl as she was flipped over and he crawled atop, damn it, the tables had turned. But Zoe would be lying if she said she wasn’t ready to let her father have the reigns once more, infact she really welcomed it after all that teasing she was ready to a change of command. The movement had been swift and she landed on her back with a bit of a surprised "Omfph" but was otherwise unphased by the role reversal. She she panted a bit arching her back as his lips traveled down her body to her chest where they began to play with her nipples. His biting a nipping caused her to hiss out her hot breath through clenched teeth, the sensation overwhelming but very welcome. God she wanted him to devour her she wanted his lips and mouth on every inch of her hot flesh. She lifted her hands to rest upon their usual space behind his neck and ran her hands up to rest in his hair. While there wasn’t really a lot to grab she managed to make do with what she had, and tugged on the dirty blonde locks that belonged to her father, urging him on silently and a bit more forceful then she had really intended.

Jack really liked where this was going—in fact so much so that he lingered at her chest for a while, his hands relinquishing her hips in order travel her lithe little body. One hand began to handle the other bouncing mound, pinching the fleshy nub with his index finger and thumb and then twisting ever so slightly to elicit any noise from his youngling. Her response would make him shiver for sure. He kept up his pace, lapping, mouthing the breast and eventually switching to the other while continuing to multi-task with his hand, massaging the one he recently abandoned. He kept this up for a good while, humming softly into the flesh to reverberate the pleasure. Jack Carter ceased for a moment, savoring the flavor her downy skin. She was flipping delicious. Licking his lips he looked upward to observe the girl, wanting to take in her succulent expressions for all they were worth. Meandering, his hand fell from her breast, climbing its way down her abdomen and brushing with mild fingers over the lips of her nether regions. He didn’t want to further this just yet, but the motion was teasing nevertheless. This was entirely too much fun for the Sheriff.

Oh gods this was amazing. She felt herself arch her back in pure delight, her hands flexing as he moved about her chest. She wanted more, of gods did she want more, and he happily fulfilled that desire. She threw her head back letting out a breathy moan, inbetween pants of desire. She tried to think of things she could do to get him back but her brain was such a mess that it barely was able to keep her breathing straight, and it wasn’t even doing a good job at that. She seemed like she could barely get enough breath into her lungs, her chest rising and falling as she gasped for air like a fish out of water, and in a way her whole body fit that description as she writhed underneath her father. She felt her eyes flutter to look at him, taking meeting his gaze as he looked up on her and as she felt his hand grace against the outside of her pussy she bucked her hips as if trying to catch his hands inside the warm folds of her womanhood, which caused her to claw at his back once more in a fit of passion. ‘Don’t… Stop…’ She mouthed before she was able to control herself.

Turns out Jack finally had his daughter where he wanted her. The role-reversal was exactly what the elder Carter needed and this made him smug. Where she had once tormented him into a sexual fit of frustration, he now had her under his command. He was Zoe’s drug—her fix as it were and she needed him, and desperately at that. The male’s motions were well practiced and danced like sexual tendrils over her lips once more. Her hips mimicked his own from his previous bout with her teasing motions. This caused the Sheriff to chuckle as she looked desperately down at her father, pleadingly. “What’s the matter, Honey?” he inquired almost in jest, but he definitely sought a response from the flaxen little devil. His fingers played her like stringed instrument, flicking over the lips one last time before taking the dive—parting them to connect with the clitoris, strumming in soft concentric circles. He used one of his own legs to direct carefully with his knee to press open her legs to allow him better access. Her pallor form looked magnificent, his other hand roving her ribs and eventually settling at her hip while he played gingerly at her excruciatingly sensitive nub. He leaned in over her, closer to her to steal her mouth for his own, sucking on that bottom lip before resigning it to whisper gingerly over her, his breath hot against her face, “I love you, sweetheart, and I want you to show me.. Show me how much you love me..”

Zoe growled at her father as he teased in pure unadulterated frustration, she was going to say something more but her brain was a complete mess, in more then one way. So instead she favored to bite at his lip a bit harder then she had before, not injuring him in the least bit but letting him know that she was upset with him, and while he would not bleed from the bite. He would atleast swell a little. Good luck explaining that one to Jo dad. She thought slyly but as she felt his cool hands enter her womanhood and she let out a moan and felt her whole body shudder as she bucked her body against her fathers. Damnit he had her completely under his spell, and while a bit of her was completely enthralled by it all, the other half was sexually frustrated about it. She happy accepted him shifting himself against her body, using his legs to separate her own. Even though she was fighting against him playfully she couldn’t help but assist him as he parted her legs, taking her remaining leg and wrapping it around his other in a sort of pretzel like motion, between the two.

Jack’s fingers were easily lubricated by her excitement and the soft silky sounds of his movement in her moist feminine arena bode for a moment of curiosity. He pulled his fingers away, her lacing body wrapped around his seemed to assist the euphoric scene. He went to bring them upward, but acquired something completely unexpected, her forceful chew on his bottom lip. He let out a masculine yelp, a growl perhaps and followed it with a fatherly glower at the venturesome daughter splayed beneath him. She was likely going to pay for that as well, but never in a way had he known she wouldn’t gratefully enjoy. Jack felt his lip twitch in the gratifying pain of his daughter’s rebellion and he then continued his true intention bringing his damp fingers to his lips, licking the creamy fluid lavishing in it’s delicious existence. “Mm,” he churned at the tangy flavor. It was favorable, luscious, and enticing and he wanted more, so much more. The very same fingers dove downward yet again this time flicking past the clit and sifting through he moist walls of her outer lips. Her pussy was alluring, his every manly essence wanted to shove into her tight walls and run her ragged… Instead, two fingers plummeted into her nether regions, seeking the warmth of her inner womanhood, fondling about the walls, drawing outward, inward, repeating the process all the while twiddling about her insides.

Oh yeah, she was going to pay for that bite later. But she was to wrapped up in the now to really think about the consequences of her actions. She watched her father bring his fingers to his lips. She watched with curiosity and delight as he lapped up her salty fluids, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction about the whole deal. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit as she watched with her keen eyes, taking in everything her father did. She watched his hands disappear once more just barely out of view as he dove his hands back into her womanhood. She let out a throaty moan as she bucked against his exploring fingers as he wandered around her moist womanly organ. She ran her hands down his back, feeling her pervious claw marks from the night before. She wanted to dive into that skin again as he fingered her pussy. But she held herself back, after all she had already ravished the skin enough. Instead she favored to wrap her arms completely around the other males thick neck pulling her self closer to her father. She moved her mouth so it was resting against her fathers ear and she nibbled at it playfully slowly she spoke into her fathers ear, her voice was soft barely a whisper. ‘Oh gods dad..’ She said, her voice hot both physically and in content.

The fingers continued to squirm about her insides her body tense and trembling against him—it was a spectacle that any father would likely -not- be happy to see, but he wasn’t your average parental. Finally he had had enough of the torture and it was the sexual notion to continue their shenanigans in the official sealing of their bodies. He pulled his fingers away, a squelching sound confirming his leave from her delicate little womanliness. This time he offered the moistened fingers to her mouth—somehow the concept came over him and it was maddening in the imagery. To have his daughter exactly where he needed her, doing everything he heeded. Once the moment came to an official end he clambered back into position and it was in no time his cerulean gaze locked with hers; her mother’s eyes returning his gaze. “I’m going to…” he cut himself off, re-routed his words, “God, I want you..” He waited only for a moment more before he took the inevitable plunge, her tiny walls a tight and delectable upon entry evoking a guttural sound from the male. He felt the very same fingers on his back, tracing the marks they had left the night before, there was a twinge of pain and bliss all at once—the entry, the tears on his back, it was too much and he lost himself, pulling upward and landing deep within her again in one solid thrust…

She panted with delight as she felt her fathers fingers dance about in her vagina, when he finally pulled his warm fingers out she felt her womanhood try and pull them back in and she couldn’t blame them, she let out a sort of whimper as his hands left her, she followed his hands as they left her to linger at her lips. She smiled a bit and lapped at his digits playfully able to taste herself on his thick fingers that were still warm with her lubricant. In a sort of twisted way she thought she was delicious, though she wasn’t quite so sure if it was the concept of the licking at his fingers hungrily that was delicious or it was actually her. She leaned up towards the other with a smile. ‘Then take me.’ She whispered her voice soft as she struggled for air as she panted heavily with their actions. God she was so enthralled with him, so when he buried himself into her prepared womanhood she arched her back, the part of her brain holding herself back got lost in the moment and she dug her nails into his back once more. Damnit she was trying to avoid that but she couldn’t help it, atleast she didn’t do it as violently as she had done the first time. ‘Oh gods!’ She moaned tossing her head back. 'Fuck me!' She mouthed before she even knew she was saying it.

There it was, the sensation jubilation, an overwhelming primeval instinct to own the situation and the girl sprawled perfectly beneath him. She demanded his attention in more ways than just running away, drinking, or sporadically swiping candy bars without paying for them—now she needed him in other ways and this time he could oblige without consequence. Alongside them toward the corner of the of the bed lay an unattended condom. S.A.R.A.H. was vaguely disappointed—as disappointed as a computer generated house could get. “Sheriff?” came the voice of the house. Jack frowned, but the fixture quickly faded as he heard the swearing emit from his daughters delicious mouth. Rather than condemn her for her choice of words, he obliged her, pulling upward, nearly outward and then shoving inward again. S.A.R.A.H. had long since been forgotten. “Ah, shit!” he clambered a bit, the elation of her body mixed with his in a sexual fit drove him to a state of impulse losing all mental grasp of holding back, sustaining himself, and more importantly protecting her from himself. He was lost to promiscuity and the advances on the physical devouring of her womanly goodness. Inward, outward, pleasing, powerful thrusts that consumed him in a lock of extreme delight. “..So..fucking tight…Nn..” Far gone was Jack Carter, respected Sheriff of Eureka.

A moan emitted from her mouth as he buried himself into her just as she had asked. She tossed her head back and nearly screamed in pleasure as he thrust into her, each deep and powerful thrust causing her body to shake and thrust back in a fit of passion. She didn’t even hear S.A.R.A.H’s voice her mind to wrapped up in what they were doing to focus on anything else. She mind was solely on her father and by gods she loved every minute of it. She arched her back once more, pressing her breasts against her fathers chest, feeling their two heartbeats seem sync together as he pumped and she trusted back. Her legs shook as his pace quickened, her moans and pants becoming louder until they were a full symphony of womanly screams. ‘Oh gods, don’t… stop… dad… I need you!’ She said nearly screaming out the word “you” with one of his hard thrusts.

Their bodies were meshed in a synchronized motion of vaulted thrusts. Jack, on top, a powerful entity of fatherly love, and Zoe, on bottom, a disobedient teen in desperate need/want of her parental unit. She’d practically pleaded with him, her nails trailing in grasping movements along his shoulders and back while her butterfly sprawled legs shook with elation. The encounter pressed on, Jack’s erection grinding into her, harder, deeper with each needy pump. His eyes fell closed, he clenched his teeth, hissing through the whites at the intensity of their bodily meeting. “..God dam..mit Zoe, you’re so..ah..” There was something almost feral about Jack now. He wasn’t fighting anything at this point, any form of resistance was as shucked as their clothing and he was following only the bouts of lust. Their bond was sealed and he was amalgamated with the one woman he’d likely consider he’d ever have anything with ever again. Jack had practically given up on love—after the incident with Allison and her inability to let go the only man in the world that pissed Jack off more than Abbey ever did. As if he couldn’t get any deeper, Jack finally took her by her rear, lifting her upwards and sliding his hands downward to snag at her ankles where he was now on his knees, pounding into her harshly, with no remorse, no control, no ability to return to reality until he was entirely spent.
Zoe screamed out in bliss as her father rammed into her. As she felt her father gain an air of feral-ness to him she felt it rise up in her as well. She leaned in towards the others neck as he slammed into her, barely able to keep herself from sliding across his bed with each forceful thrust. Oh god this was everything she had ever wanted and more. She shifted her legs a bit to wrap around her fathers legs to give herself a bit more leverage. She felt as though he couldn’t dive into her any deeper but her nails against his back begged for more, begged for him to pound into her with ever fiber of his being. Even though she was sure that he couldn’t even do it if he wanted to. But her teenage body wanted more, its inexperience needing to know her boundaries, his boundaries. She had never felt so mad before, so needy. ‘Oh god…’ she breathed into his mouth, she could barely stand it. She bucked her hips against his barely able to hold herself back, and after a moment she couldn’t stand it anymore. ‘Dad… I’m… Coming!’ She announced, blushing a little bit at the outcry, but she couldn’t hold it back now. She felt her body buck wildly as her vaginal walls clenched wildly in fierce spasm that wracked her whole body as she screamed in orgasm, bliss and pleasure rocking ever fiber of her muscles tensed. She felt herself fall into the bed below her unable to keep herself up her body having no more strength after that. She blinked a few times catching her breath. Watching her fathers reaction to their blissful encounter.

The girl below him also readjusted, her legs wrapping around him with a silky sleekness that came from her delicate flesh. The sound of their bodies shoving together was enthralling; the feelings their meshed forms were experiencing were piercing; the heated flushed faces of father and daughter were fiery and lit with covetousness. There was nothing but sin in what they were doing now albeit sin in what they were doing now albeit sin laced with loving care that could only be shared between the two relatives. Zoe’s body began to tense; her soul shattering quaking was a response to the plummeting erection that enveloped her femininity. When the girl announced her coming to a conclusion Jack instantly felt the rise of his climax coming in on him as well. Just her grabbing, clutching, stingy claws and necessity for her father was enough to send him over the edge and his body waited. She was coming! Gods, he could feel it, her vaginal walls clenching sporadically against his length. “Ah fuck!” he was finally allowed his release, spilling the Carter seed into the young flaxen teen that was his ever loving daughter. He pushed into her, out of her several more times, milking himself with the motions along with her grasping, greedy pussy. It was glorious, sheer beauty. His moans matched hers in a more masculine outcry. “Jesus, Zoe, so, good..” The sentence failed to piece together in a grammatical stance, but it made sense nevertheless, living Jack both contented, and completely tied to the girl below him. And he thusly collapsed, remaining still firmly attached at the hilt, sheathed within his daughter, breathing heavily and happily. His weight was precariously placed atop of her as not to crush her, but easily he moved to make certain he wouldn’t suffocate the poor lass, shifting their positions where she was now placed atop of him—yet again still sheathed in her moistened warmness. There was no other place he’d rather be—no other place in the world.

Zoe allowed herself to be moved, her body remaining limp in her fathers arms. She groaned a bit as they moved, her father pulling her on top of him her vaginal walls spasming with the movement a few more times, god he felt so amazing inside her. But she relaxed against her father chest, resting her head on his chest rising and falling as his heavy breathing calmed down as the rested in his bed. Her eyes felt heavy as she buried her face into his still sweat soaked chest. God he smelt so great, they smelt of sex and sweat, and while she shouldn’t be finding that amazing. She did, and she wasn’t going to deny it. ‘I love you dad.’ She said turning her head to look back at her father and leaned up quickly to place a quick kiss on the swollen lower lip she had bitten earlier before leaning back against his chest feeling her eyelids become heavy with sleep and before she could even roll over she was asleep on his chest.