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.]


That's it..

-pounces Zoe- You're in so much trouble.. -____-

*squirms under the weight of her father* Dude whatever you are accusing me off I didnt do it.

Dude..? -he repeated with a raised brow.- I'm not accusing you of anything. You're breath is evidence enough, 'Dude'.

You know thats not true dad! *She tried to fight it but she was caught red handed* I guess, I mean I wasnt really sure of what I was drinking it could of been anything.

Oh hecks yeah @ icon.

I didnt do it dad i'm INNNNOCENT

Denial is the first thing a lot of budding alcoholics start out with. I mean take a whiff of yourself.. -he gestured at her face as if that would accomplish anything- So you didn't know what you were drinking..? Well you'll definitely feel it in the morning.

Zoe waved her hands from side to side. 'Dad I didn’t even drink that much I had like ONE beer!' Quickly she placed her hands over her mouth, shit she just sold herself out.

He piled off of his daughter and stood, jerking her along with him, but never too harshly--he wasn't really one ever to cause damage to the ones he loved--at least not physical damage. "One beer," he said with a bated calmness that was almost eerie. "What else have you had and how the hell did you get it, young lady?"

Zoe tried to pull away from her father, but knew it wasn’t going to work very well. 'I got it, from a girl at school, and its really not a big deal dad, one was all I had, I swear, its not even enough to get me buzzed!' she pleaded, she knew her dad was mad, but he had been a teenager right, he would understand? yeah she doubted that.

Jack had her at her wrist and he was directing her to his jeep. There was a deep scowl etched to his face and he was beyond that point of pissed. "Public intoxication," he murmured unlocking her side first in order to situate her. It was beyond late in Eureka, a bare select few were out and about. Jack had his fair run ins with alcohol. In fact a good long while ago--his prospective girlfriend… She had just acquired her driver's license.. He didn't want to think about. It wasn't before long he was wailing down the road. "I can't even give you curfew without you finding some way to ding it up.. Zoe, trust is becoming an issue between us. You know you're not 21 yet, so why bother? I'll figure it out--I always do!" And so began the lecture.

Zoe rolled her eyes and slunk into the passenger side of the Jeep with a frown. For once she wanted to be a normal teenage, sure she knew it was wrong, but that was part of growing up, to explore push boundaries. Of course she knew she wasn’t going to get away with it, in a sense he supposed that was sort of what she wanted. She let out a sigh and turned to look outside the window beside her. She was in a lot of trouble and she knew that. Out of all the stupid things she had done, this had to take the cake. 'I'm sorry.' She mouthed silently knowing it wouldn’t get her in any less trouble but she was actually sorry for what she had just done.

The ride home was surprisingly silent. Normally Jack would be consistent in his current parenting skills by ranting, raving, unhinging his jaw with snake a like tact--lecturing until his tongue flew off, but somehow he found a way to be still about this, at least for the time being. Zoe had hit that mark that sent him into internal fits of fear, doubt, and his ability to raise her... He didn't want her endangered, and he wanted to protect her from--GOD everything! He had picked up on her apology, but still nothing came from him but the soft huffing that came from deliberate--angry breaths. Finally they made it to the bunker.. "Inside," was all he said. Once they were in doors, he'd begin.. "Why? What was the goal in all of this?"

Zoe made her away into the bunker slowly and silently, her head held low. When they arrived in the bunker she knew she'd get yelled at, it was just the way things were. She took a seat at the island in one of the stools that sat beside the granite counter top. 'I don’t know.' She said simply rubbing her arms in a sort of nervous way. 'I just thought, I dunno...' She said simply staring down at her knees she let out a sigh and looked up at her father. He had every right to be mad, she fucked up pretty big this time. She had no idea why she still did it, to this day. Did stupid things to get her in trouble, I guess that was just her way of trying to get attention, a bad habit she had formed in her younger years that was a bitch to kill now.

Jack knew she was an attention seeker. He had gotten numerous calls from his ex during their time of marriage at the work place with conversations that started out a little something like this. "Jack, she did it again." That's all Abbey ever had to say before he was groaning and pissing and bitching about life. At the time his priorities were literally "Jacked" up and Zoe's bouts with running way, while over now, had driven him to assume the worst of her at times. But he loved her unconditionally and wanted nothing more than to keep her with him. Abbey would have to settle for holidays in his opinion. He approached his daughter, knelt some in front of her, with both hands clasped to the edges of the stool as if he were holding her there. "You didn't think, that's the problem. “I don't know what to do with you, Zoe. I thought this was over... I thought you had finished this mess.. I expected more out Eureka--I expected more out of you." He sounded almost hopeless.

That was all it took for Zoe to break down. She began to sob a bit slightly ashamed at what she had done. 'I'm sorry dad, I'm really sorry, I just figured, you've been so busy lately, that you wouldn’t know or find out, I shouldn’t of done it I'm sorry.' She tired to wipe away her tears, mad that she was crying in front of her dad, she looked up at him slightly pathetically. There were times when she used to cry just cause she knew she'd get a little less of a sentence when it came to grounding. But not this time, this time she was actually upset with herself mostly. She usually tired to play tough, tried to act all grown up, but in reality she was still just a kid, and there were times when she acted the part. Though later on she would never admit to it. She brought her head down and shook it from side to side. 'I'm so sorry dad, that was so stupid of me.' She let her hair fall into her face, hiding her face from her father as if trying to just disappear.

His intention was to make her see the wrong in what she had done and boy did he ever succeed. For a moment he let the girl cry, gave her, her space and allowed her to speak. Her mannerisms changed and she wasn't the guilty party--the publicly intoxicated minor he had taken in--no, she was his daughter, his blonde menace of an offspring and she meant the damn world to him. Finally her time was spent in his eyes and he released the stool, wrapping his arms around her, her arms, her entirety locking her within his embrace nearly inhibiting all movement aside from the shaking of her head. He held her there like that, softly ushering quietening sounds of sympathy before he took to brushing back her hair. He didn't want her to bow her head, hide her face, especially from him.

"I love you, Zoe," he whispered gently. "I can't stand the thought of losing you--and these situations you put yourself in.. They actually scare me," he confessed with a wavering voice. He was on the brink of shedding a tear or two himself, but strong and ever vigilant the Sheriff held fast.

Zoe buried her head into her fathers chest for a moment as she cried out what little she had left in her. After a moment she finally stopped to listen to his words, they hit her rather harshly and she nodded. 'I know dad...' She looked up at her father and smiled a little bit as he said the words "I love you..." He hardly ever said those words, only when she was in a lot of trouble because she had done something extremely stupid, but she would never tell her father that’s why she did the things she did sometimes. Things that had could get her killed, just so she could here those few simple words "I Love You..." She shook the thought from her head, it was silly she knew it was silly, but when he said that she felt everything was okay again, everything was going to be fine. All she wanted now was for her father to stay there, holding her, saying he wanted her, wanted to keep her. She hadn’t ever had that as a child. They never had a sort of typical father daughter relationship, she had never heard those words as a child only now, and it stirred things inside her that she words to explain other then complete comfort and safety.

He complied with her whims, her thoughts, her emotions--everything he was there for. She understood him, he understood her and for the briefest moment in their relative history they were at complete harmony. The Carters were at peace. And silence consumed them both again. He was told once before by Abbey that Zoe did these things because of his career choices and at the time he didn't believe the woman and, well, a lot of the times they were at each other's throats as well. It was something that was everyday with the two, but Zoe was different. When he went at it with her, it was out loving care... He did love her--he loved her with everything--in fact she was the only piece of life that kept him going, that motivated him and inspired him to try his hardest at what he did. "I want to make a difference," he once said. She was the reason he wanted to protect and serve. He laid his cheek to the top of her blonde head and closed his eyes, a hand still idly threading through her soft tendrils. "As long," he began, took a breath and the sweetened scent of her shampoo, "..as long as you don't do it again.. Please for my sake."

Zoe shivered a bit as she felt his hands run through her hair and nodded looking up at him with her pleading eyes she nodded. 'I promise.' She mouthed silently. She hoped she would stay true to this promise now, after all she wasn’t sure they had such a touching moment as they were having now, and while she wanted them to have moments like these, the events before them she wished she could pass. She smiled a bit and shook her head. 'I cant promise I wont ever get in trouble again, but...' She grabbed her fathers arm out of lack of better things to hold on to and nodded. 'But I wont ever do this again, cross my heart.' She said taking her fingers and crossing her chest over where her heart would lay. She sighed a bit as she settled down a bit, trying to dry her eyes more. She had ballsed up all her makeup but that was the least of her problems now in all honesty.

Jack took a moment to register this. She actually responded with the words, "I promise?" He was surprised to say the least, and then before that she had shivered. He assumed it might have been a chill, but he wasn't certain. She was rather cute at times, flashing him that quirky smile and then making the secondary comment that was, as Jack considered it, the fine print of the former promise. He nodded, blinking slowly, a smirk popping up at the corner of his mouth. "Uh huh," he said skeptically. "Be that as it may, young lady, you're not getting out of this without a grounding. So you'll have to wait on that until this punishment phase is over." He took his hand from her locks and finally pulled away from her. His uniform was dappled with a mixture of her make-up and tears, but he could have cared less. Instead he pulled a tissue from a dispenser near where they had been and dabbed lightly at her face. "You know, at first I thought I had done something really wrong--like really WRONG. I didn't understand it at first.. But I'm grateful nothing bad happened, honey... Really grateful." He gave her a passing stroke on the side of her face with his knuckles affectionately.

Frowned a bit at the punishment statement, but didn’t fight it, not this time. She had earned it after all, earned the punishment. She shook her head and laughed a little bit are her own stupidness for getting herself into this mess, but as an adult she needed to learn to pick and choose her battles, and this was one battle she wasn’t going to choose to pick up. 'Sorry, for ruining your shirt..' She said simply not knowing of anything else to say at this point, and then he spoke up about making a mistake and she frowned deeply. 'I'm sorry dad, you didn’t fuck up, I did.' She said with a nod, she smiled a bit and leaned into his touch as his knuckles danced across her cheek she raised her hand to rest it on his own. This was the side of her father she loved, the side she wished she could see more often in the older male. She frowned after a moment and took her hand away, feeling her cheeks become a bit hot. 'Sorry...' She said knowing that what she had done was a little awkward.

He hadn't really noticed the damage done to a Sheriff's attire, but it was pointed out nonetheless by his kid. He laughed and shook his head thinking nothing of it. "Ah, the dry cleaners always gets out whatever it is in there that happens to be there," he rambled a bit awkwardly due to his lack of tact in putting sentences together. At times he wondered about himself and his ability to think, but for the most part Jack Carter was contented with himself and his capability as a human being. She cussed. He cringed, but bit his tongue. He hated it when words like that came out of his kid's mouth, but he allowed her this moment and let it slide. Instead, he smiled at her returning affection. There was your moment, he thought though promising himself to correct her later on should it happen again... Instead she tugged her smaller hand away from his--he too was lost in the moment not really ever spending time with her in these ways often enough. He never knew what was considered too far or too little. He was always awkward, but he noticed the red hues on her cheeks. In a way, he mimicked this a slight heat fixating on him as well. "Uh, are-are you cold, honey?" He motioned toward the couch wonderingly as if to suggest the leave of the kitchen.

Zoe nodded at the offer, getting tired of being in the kitchen anyway, it wasn’t very comfortable. She stood and rubbed at her arms a bit as if to warm herself up. 'Yeah I'm a bit cold.' The blushing never really left he cheeks and she cursed herself at the fact that she had allowed herself to do that, but it was too late to take it back now. She settled in to her usual side of the couch and watched her father with keen eyes, wondering if he would sit on the couch with her, or go to sit in his chair as usual. She supposed it didn’t matter where he said, but she half wished he would sit with her. It wasn’t often that they sat around, as father and daughter or even as friends, so it was nice when they were able to share moments just sitting around on the couch doing nothing, watching sports screaming at the screen together. So when ever it happened she treasured every moment of it.

For a moment Jack disappeared, flashing her a waiting signal with his index finger as if to say, 'I'll be right back.' He ushered himself up the stairs and vanished for about five mintues and then returned sporting his night wear which consisted of a pair of draw string sleeping pants and a simple cotton black shirt. He was also toting a rather fluffy looking crimson blanket. Yes, he did plop next to his daughter sprawling the blanket over the both of them giving Zoe a generous helping of the covers and even so much as tucking her in. He was in a bit of clingy mood at this point, his daughter had tested his limits and succeeded in an official fear-factor. Jack etched closer to the girl for a moment he felt awkward--he didn't know how to go about it, but rather he just scoot completely over, lapping an arm around her where the other was thrown on the back of the couch meshed with the white cushions. He eyed the remote with a sigh, and the remembered that he lived in the coolest house ever.. "S.A.R.A.H. TV, channel 365." He looked over now toward his daughter--the gratefulness he had earlier was still ever present. A well placed kiss landed on her forehead.

Zoe smiled a bit as he came back dressed in his JimJams and sporting his blanket. But she didn’t complain in the least but as he settled down beside her. She smiled and snuggled into the blankets and her father with a sigh. She was sort of just expecting her father to sit beside her, this was unexpected but wasn’t entirely unwanted. As he got himself situated with the tv she sighed adjusting herself so that she was snuggled into his chest. As much as her father pissed her off, and he did, he was after all her father. She couldn’t help but feel safe when she was in his arms. She knew her father loved her, but she only really felt it now, in situations like these. She let out a sigh and a bit of a giggle as her father kissed her on her forehead and she leaned up to look at him with a smile on her face. 'Thanks dad, for watching out for me...' She said, she sort of hoped he recorded it, cause it wasn’t often she was going to say that, but she too was in a bit of a clingy mood.

Jack tilted his head a in bit of surprise. The sounds emanating from the television were drowned out instantly by his daughter's praise of his good deeds. He nodded eventually soaking up the moment before leaning in somewhat, his eyes glittering with what appears to be a bluish joy. "It's more than just my job as an enforcer of the law, but as a parent as well," he spoke almost sternly, but that melted away in an instant. He was glad to see her mood lightening. He couldn't handle tears really well. He was just glad she wasn't crying anymore--had she done so, he eventually would have given into it as well. Also, he wasn't about to remind her of her punishment. The fact that she knew it was coming was good enough. He held her close rather, basking in their moment of stillness and tranquility. Her eyes were that of her mothers, that hazel wittiness that only could come from Abbey's side. He admired that and both longed for it as well. This was an unbeatable truth. Zoe was her mother's daughter, but the rebellion also came from Jack's side as well. It was an unspoken truth about Jack's teenage antics. He continued to watch her gaze for a moment, lost in it he revelry of his musings and her remarkable familiarity with his ex as well as himself.

She raised an eyebrow as her father stared at her, but didn’t say anything about it. Not now she was to wrapped up in the moment of them just being here together. She wasn’t even paying attention to what was playing on the cable. She sighed again and shifted settling in beside her father. 'Well you're a good one, regardless of what other people say.' She said smiling a bit and feeling her cheeks become flushed once more, she could hardly believe that she had said that, but she did there was no taking it back. She felt that just as much as she needed to hear that her father loved her, she hoped that her father wished to hear that she loved him back, regardless of how she might act sometimes she loved her father and wanted to stay by his side, after all she had left her mother just to be with him instead.

For a moment the same flushed features that befell his daughter came over him and there was a swarming sensation of protectiveness. He had her safely with him, protected and well stored under his custody, nearly under him in general. The blankets kept them bonded of sorts and he wasn't letting go of her for the world. He knew she was a tyrant and a hellion, but he loved her for all that she was. In a round about way, she challenged him and in some cases grounded him. When he was getting to carried away with life, he was oftentimes returned to normalcy by his venturesome daughter. His breath caught in his throat and he stopped breathing for a moment, a hand prodding from behind the couch cushions behind him to meet with her delicate little face. He clasped her cheek and smiled. "I'm a good one, huh?" he nearly whispered, readjusting himself to face her now. "How are you feeling?" he asked finally in reference to the alcohol. He wanted to see how one beer would affect his one and only youth. He was closed in on her complexion aware of his tint, but something else was tingling his senses though he wasn't certain what.

Zoe shook her head. 'Dizzy.' She said simply as her father asked the question she had been dreading somewhat. She blinked a few times and frowned up at her father as he felt him hold her a bit closer she snuggled into her father as he spoke just listening to him speak. She felt her cheeks flush with colour as he cupped them in his hands, his rough hands made her shiver a bit and close her eyes leaning into her fathers hands once more, not pulling herself away this time. She wanted to be as close to her father as she could at this point, no pulling away just staying close to her father. 'Trust me, if this how you feel after drinking, I think I'm all set for a while.' She was a bit of a total light weight, she would hate to see what she would be like when she woke up in the morning thank good it was a weekend.

Jack almost laughed at her response. He was no where near a lightweight by any means. In fact he was beyond the concept of heavyweight. It took a lot for him to get so much as tipsy, but once he was there, he was in heaven. Particularly after a hard day living in Eureka. He observed her response and to his touch it wasn't something he expected. A motive waved through him and he swallowed at the thought shaking his head some. What he wanted was the closeness as well, a bearing of fangs for all those who approached, and a general wrapping closeness.. He zeroed in on her lips, moving closer until he was inches away. He inhaled softly, the scent of cherry from lip gloss mingled with collective smell of a cheap brew. He frowned. Surely should she ever drink, she'd gain a taste for the better brands, but nevertheless, that time will never come. Zoe would not drink. And being the little lightweight she was, she'd likely wake with a headache. He realized their proximity and a sudden notion protectiveness yet again.. Something wasn't right, but his frame of mind was attempting to justify this... "Zoe.." he barely breathed..

Zoe noticed it as well. She felt her body shiver as he spoke feeling his breath against her lips. She felt her head become a bit swirled and wasn’t sure if it was because of her father or because of the booze, perhaps it was a combination of both, either way she felt her breathing become a bit harsher as she shifted up to look at her father. She couldn’t help herself she wanted to close any space the two had between them. 'Yes...?' she asked shifting a bit to look her father in his eyes, to get a better feel for him. It was a bit odd, she usually never acted this loving to anyone, sure she acted playful but at the same time she never was this loving this clingy this well needy. She shook her head a bit trying to get the thought out of her head, but she couldn’t it was stuck there now and there was nothing she could do about it other then just ride with it and see where it went.

The contact of her breath mixed with his gave the Sheriff a bit of rush--a fire that ignited somewhere in some random pit of his very being. He couldn't understand it much less extinguish it, but it also lacked a bit of sense and comprehension. He didn't know where it came from or how, why, all the essentials of understanding. It just was and it was intensifying with every breath he shared with. Zoe and the moment drew him in, closer and closer--or perhaps it was the intoxicating scent of cherry and alcohol, but whatever the case maybe he was right there, zoomed in on opportunity, fervent and uncertain all the while overzealous and grasping when it came to his daughter particularly at this time. When she replied with her simple, 'yes?' query he had nothing to give to her--no response really, but his hands spoke wonders. They released her face, slid quietly, with feather-like motions from her face, catching the curves of her jaw line, meeting with her neck, cupping her shoulders and stopping at her forearms where they looped into grasp there. She was his priority, indeed... "I," he began as awkwardly as he commonly did so... "I want to keep you.. Protect you.."

Zoe felt herself breathe as though she was struggling for air, getting as much as she could with each breath she took. She watched her father keenly as he moved his hands from her cheek to her arm. She watched him in all his idiosyncrasies smiling as she took it all in, she leaned in closer to the other, as though she couldn’t hear him as he spoke, though in reality it was just because she wanted to be closer to her father. She couldn’t help but feel her skin tremble as he moved his hands across her skin, and she rather liked the feeling of it all, though she remained quiet about it. Zoe being quiet was quite a feet indeed, as she listened to her father speak she couldn’t help but smile widely at it all and she placed a comforting hand on his cheek this time as he had done for her. ‘Its okay, I’ll let you.’ She said simply, and that was true, that’s all she ever wanted from her father, love, protection, anything he was willing to give her she was willing to take, it had been a long time coming as her mother reminded her father on a daily basis, but it was well worth the wait.

He knew the moment was only lingering now, almost agonizingly and before he knew it was over. Her sweet, genuine smile, her perfect replication of her mother--it was nearly too much for Jack. Sure, he definitely missed Abbey on several occasions--Jack was often a lonely individual, but he sought reconciliation in a good few people--Henry.. Well, Henry. But Zoe, it was okay to open up to his daughter certainly, but this was a new variety of opening himself. He let himself drift as if he couldn't possibly get any closer, he did, her body, his body a meshing of bodies.. His lips clashed with her, soft, moist tainted with brew and the freedom ensued, a release of tension, and yet the building of it as well. It was a collaboration of defending his daughter and giving into her as well. He wasn't certain where he was going or what he was doing, but doing was what was occurring in the now. Before he knew he had kept himself latched to her lips for more than a fatherly few seconds, it had lingered, and he hadn't know it at the time, but his lips parted and for the briefest moment he gently mawed at her top with his own before he broke away, barely aware and breathing raggedly..

Zoe happily accepted the affection kissing her father back with the same need, the same passion that he had been kissing her with, she grabbed on to his shirt tugging at it gently as they kissed as if clinging to him, making sure he would stay close to her as if he might disappear at any moment and she would be left with nothing. She felt his tongue dance against her lips and she opened her mouth a bit. It was more a natural reaction then anything, sure she had kissed others before, not that she would ever let her father know that, but this was different and not just because it was her father. The kisses before this one were not as loving not as needing, they were just kisses done between two teenagers as more of a time waster and a bit of release they were nothing like this one. As she felt her father pull away she let out a bit of a whimper before she even realized she was doing it. This caused her cheeks to flush in a hue quite darker then the ones before as the reaction was somewhat foreign to her.

His mouth remained just bare inches away from hers, his breath so bouncy that he nearly forgot how to use his lungs, the process of intaking a breath and ousting it as well. Everything was swimming with intensity and he barely gave any guilt regard before he came in again, her fingers nimbly addressing his shirt gave him the incentive to lean in once more.. Why am I doing this? he asked himself with the whole intention of taking responsibility to stop, but he wavered in his representation to uphold the obviousness of law abiding and dove for her lips again, this time with a fervor that wasn't any a parent would or could rightfully display upon their child. Jack Carter was officially a mess, wrapped up in the ideals and intentions of protecting his daughter, but failing miserably to protect her from himself. Perhaps it was a varied form of protection, to protect her from others? How was he going to justify this. Meanwhile S.A.R.A.H.'s chiming voice simply uttered the phrase, "Oh my." before going silent again. Jack's mouth sought Zoe's in a wrongful dance of need and want, desire and longing.

Zoe had never seen her father the way most people saw theirs. After all for the beginning part of her life he was the ever absent parent. It didn’t matter what it was school functions, driving her to the mall, doing this that or the other thing, he was just never there. But she had never stopped loving him, he was the whole reason she acted out. Just to get a little attention from her father, it didn’t mater what it was a yelling, a grounding, anything. She had only really gotten to know her father in the past year she had been living in eureka. Really gotten to know his quirks, his limits, who and what Jack Carter really was. Which is why she was oddly okay with this, a small part of her brain screamed "He's your fricken father for Christ sake!" but the desire she felt for his attention pushed that little voice aside as she continued to feed of the attention she was getting now. She heard S.A.R.A.H's voice but ignored it. Not now, she wasn’t going to let anything interrupt her, she parted her lips again, tugging on her fathers bed shirt urging him on silently as her on lips joined his to dance amongst one another in a fit of passion and desire. The situation was odd yes, but the result was oddly satisfying.

Being the older and obviously more experienced of the two, Jack obviously would suffer from the deepening want more than his unbeknownst young. Zoe would want more, yes, but chances are should wouldn't understand it lest she did some things he wasn't aware of to which he had hoped wasn't the case. His stomach fluttered with millions of beating butterfly wings and his body raised upward some readjusting to quite nearly leer over the flaxen teen. He lips never once left hers in what was a hungry feast for tongues and pillowy lips. The cherry gloss had long since decorated his lips somewhat, but smeared into a near nonexistence through their turmoil of connection. He devoured her kisses with expertise and precision--he knew what he wanted and that was by far a dangerous thing for the lesser knowing youngster. His hand released her arms swam the pools of blonde hair, came to join at her face, angling her to his need before dropping again to stroke her arms yet again. He was fixated on her and his intent, He wanted to stop, it was bound to lead to more.. "More," he repeated aloud, practically by accident, but came in contact with her again, but his time lips met with her soft jaw line, trickled down her neck and he took in that scent again, her sweetened shampoo and perhaps a hint of perfume--whatever was left from the day and he finally released it--a moan, nothing profound, but a sound of desperate want.

She wouldn’t let him get away so easily she followed him as he began to shift himself to rest above her. Making sure their lips never parted for the time being. Sure she had made out before, but never as intensely as this, and it never led anywhere, after all when your father was breathing down your back twenty-four seven there wasn’t any time for heavy petting let alone anything of a sexual nature but she lived in a generation that knew all about sex without even having any. Knew the best make out tips from watching cable television, and knew everything they were supposed to do before the situation arrived, course it wasn’t quite like this on the telly. It didn’t matter now though, she had what she wanted, her fathers affection, and that’s all she ever really wanted. She whimpered again at the loss of the warmth her fathers lips provided, but it was a chance to regain her breath, she panted heavily her body feeling as though it were no fire, she could feel herself beginning to sweat a bit from the heat bother their actions, the covers and the older male provided and she shivered as he ran his hands down her arm and began to kiss her neck, she wasn’t sure how his touch could feel hotter then her skin was, but it did and caused her to squirm a bit as he moved skillfully down her neck. She caught his moan, it sent a shiver down her whole spine, that simple little noise caused her brain to fry a bit, this sensation it was all new and it was wanted, she wanted, not needed more of this.

This had long since shifted from a lecture and grounding into something completely different--something so far from the spectrum of parental guidance that it was ridiculous. Jack Carter was beyond repair, or quite nearly as such. He came across he lips again, a gentle sliding of the tongue flicked outward to taste the sweet flavor of cherry mixed with brew. The cherry, albeit its near nonexistence was still ever present.. He savored the flavor of his flesh and blood--his daughter, the taste of his child.. Something wasn't right. He broke the exploration and forced himself to look at the girl. "Wh--" he could barely breath, the lust, the heat, the exchange was delectable--too much for the Sheriff. "What am I doing? Zoe, I'm so.. so sorry. I.." He wanted to break away entirely, but in another frame of mind he wanted to claim what was rightfully his. Claim her so that in all aspects she was his first and in some weird lack of judgment he found himself righted by this thought-justified that staking what was his in this very moment was the right thing to do.. He forced himself back some, but the gesture was overruled by his need and he was all over his daughter once more. This time the need was more evident--he drew her form away from the arm of the couch, arms latched around her and tugging her into a laying position. Things were changing all around him--his mind was lapsing from that which he so vehemently represents. To uphold the law... He wanted her.. Severely..

She parted her lips to allow him better access to her mouth, as much as she felt that he wanted to taste her she felt the same way about him. He was an interesting flavor, full of stale coffee, whatever the hell he had had for lunch and man. He tasted how she thought a man should, and it was delicious, so much so that when he pulled away she found herself licking her lips, wanting to savor any bit he had left behind, but when he began to speak she felt her heart nearly jump into her throat. 'No!' was the only thing she managed to utter before her throat seemed to close, not after she had waited so long, not after all this he couldn’t do that to her not now. She wrapped her arms around her fathers chest resting them upon his upper back and she tugged on him, trying to get him close, needing his warmth against her once more. When he seemed to get over his second thoughts she let out a sigh of comfort. She shifted as she was pulled into a lying position allowing herself to be moved where ever her father saw fit. The concept was strange to her, but she submitted to it all. Her head became dizzy and she righted herself nipping at his lower lip urging him on. Hopefully causing him to disregard any second thoughts he was having at this point in the game. She couldn’t allow that, not after all of this.

It was all downhill from here, sadly and there wasn't any turning back for either of them. Unfortunately he had met his loneliness with the one person he cares most about and combined them to a more than satisfactory excursion through her teenage lusts. He suffered from the same bouts of desire and in turn would follow through his designation accordingly. He wanted her and throughout all of this he would have her. There was barely any time between having just laid her down, and heeding that rebuttal to his second thoughts before Jack was venturing further into the idea of claiming his youth. His kisses matched hers, nibbling her lips, colliding like stars with her tongue, dizzying antics of mouth-like foreplay but this was too little for him now. His hands began to rove her form, pushing upward the shirt that she liked to refer to as fashionable. He never saw it, but at this point it was disregarded nevertheless. Warm fingers came in contact with a lacey under garment that housed two rounded breasts, small, firm and still seeking maturation. Oddly enough this concept completely enthralled him. Kneading the soft flesh through the wears he finally ditched the prospect of leering over her, laying his body carefully against as not to crush her with his weight--she was quite a bit smaller than he was--but to apply enough pressure to alleviate just barely some of the tension that was budding about him and his own needy form...

Zoe felt her heart feeling as though it might just explode from her chest as he began to run his hands up her shirt, though that wasn’t the only part of her anatomy that was throbbing, but that was a whole other issue all together. As she felt his hot fingers dance upon her hot flesh she wiggled and squirmed in delight and when his hands on her breasts she let out a soft breathless moan as though she had just had the wind knocked out of her. She tossed her head back a bit panting heavier then she had been before, she was still young inexperienced, so she let every noise she made just come out, she held nothing back, saved nothing for later, not all her cards were thrown out on the table now. As he shifted she moaned again, wanting him back, needing him back. Her body not glistened with sweat she was wearing to much, they were still under the covers and now that he rested atop her, his own warm body surrounding her with his own heat she felt over heated, so she expressed it, unable to control what came out of her mouth at this point. 'I'm... hot...' she said her voice coming out soft and pleading in that, "I need you to fix my problems dad." sort of way usually applied towards spiders in the bathroom, or help with a school project. She needed her father now though, more then any other time before, and she wasn’t afraid to articulate that.

Jack Carter was a man of investigation--he could connect the dots like no other which was one really good reason why he worked for Eureka. The scientists were so caught up in unraveling the truths of everything that the concepts of simplicity were beyond them. Nevertheless he could read Zoe's intentions and they matched perfectly with his own thusly resulting in his next endeavors which were to shuck the girl's clothing. He pulled away from her, not entirely of course, but the sweet sounds she made--the not withstanding, the tainted situation in itself made him bothered beyond redemption. Jack Carter was going to loose a good sum of righteous points throughout all of this. He clasped her shirt and hurriedly pulled it overhead, tossing it without a care onto the floor. Normally he got onto her for things like that, but this was different--it always was with him. He worked on her lower regions next--pulling downward the cloth that kept her matching underwear concealed from his view. Once the process was complete she lay beneath him clad only in her teenage underwear, a sweet, succulent sight indeed.. He was hooked like a druggie with a fix. For a moment he observed her, heavy breathing, emerging pools of blue staring wantonly... She was presented so delicately below him it was a sight for the taking. Finally he leaned in, using his thumb and index finger he pinched the clasp of her bra and popped it completely open, one-handed mind you. The piece of cloth was shucked as well, but hesitantly he would go further, watching the small mounds with ardor.. "..God.."

Zoe's breath shuddered as he began to undress her and she did everything in her power to help him. She slid out of her top with ease, wiggled out of her jeans as he pulled them off. She blushed a bit as she was presented to him, though it wasn’t because of the situation, in fact she was sure that as a teenager new to this world, new to this scene she would of blushed had anyone seen her half naked in front of them. As she felt his hands undo her bra her breath shuddered once more, she was unable to control it all and let out a pant like sigh as the bit of lacy light blue cloth was tossed away. Her breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath and she felt her cheeks fluster, but she remained calm and cool as she watcher her father, Her brain thought once more about what they were doing but she shook her head, the thought was so little at this point, oh she didn’t even care. This was what she wanted, she had never wanted anything more in her whole entire life then what she was doing right now. She shivered a little bit as he stood watching over her, at least she wasnt as hot now. She ran her hands from their lazy resting place at he thighs and ran them across her waist up towards her chest and then finally to rest behind her on one of the sofa's pillows, they were a little more useful here then resting at her sides she though, they had better access to anything she could think to use them for here. Though right now she wasnt quite so sure what to do with them, or what to do with herself. She followed her father blindly and willingly.

It was like the most taboo dream come true, a daughter and her father experiencing this together. He was following her uncertainty, reassuring her with his unconditional love, tender kisses, gentle strokes, sweet, affectionate sounds that lingered in her ears gingerly. "Zoe..." his lips spoke with a near breathlessness. In his observation he watched her hands move, taking in the teenage curiosity that was Zoe Carter. He admired her innocence and was particularly satisfied that it was he who had been deemed to show her the light--or in some ways darkness of the human race an their necessity for procreation--or just generally sex. It was his turn to make the next move. A deep, wanting groan emitted from the Sheriff--just watching her riled him to pieces. He thumbed at his how shirt, flicking it onto the floor as though it were insignificant. The draw string pants came next--like a flurry they were gone as well leaving him with the boxers that really exploited his tasteless preferences. Smiley faces dappled the black cloth, but he was paying it no heed. Instead the exposed flesh of his daughter had him completely captivated and his mouth sought a nipple. A gentle suckling ensued followed by a slow departure and the expelling of hot breath onto the moistened flesh. He was pressed against her, a tightening realization was agonizingly evident to him, and quite possibly her as well, but this time, it wasn't his side-arm that was jabbing into the thigh of another--it was him, his being pressed against the downy softness of his darling child.

Zoe watched as her father stripped, out of all the fathers in the world it could of been worse, he was well built because of his job, young tanned handsome, a fair amount of people saw that in him as well, but they all assumed that because of his quirks he was "stupid" or "Idiotic" but Zoe knew better, those were the parts she loved best about her father, his personality, his drive his attitude it was something that she hoped to get from and use herself one day. When he stripped down to his boxes this fact was only made more apparent and had she any breath she would of laughed at his choice, but she could hardly breathe so all laughing was done internally. As he lowered himself upon her to suckle on her breasts she arched her back in pleasure, pressing her thin form against his own with a moan and heavy panting, As her body got closer to his she felt him poking the inside of her thigh, which only caused her to moan a bit louder. With swift dainty cat like motions she placed her arms around her fathers thick neck. His back was slick with a thin layer of sweat, and it made her fingers glide against the smooth skin as she held on desperately to something that could keep her grounded as a wave of pleasure was shot through her spine and to every inch of her being.

The intensity of the whole thing--the scenario was getting out of hand and he needed to be appeased, and he need it now. The frolicking about, getting to know his daughter's form, while amazing, left him with wanting more. He didn't rightly know the thoughts racing through Zoe's head, but he could tell she was admiring him and that was enough to send him into pleasurable fields of happiness. He lifted upward once more, watching the mounds bounce just barely at his movements, but more so at her frisky breathing. A smile swept over his features and he admired her just as much. He wasn't billowing with intelligence by any means, but his daughter was as smart as a tack, as the saying goes, and he had hoped that she'd go above and beyond him one day--even when he was being a horribly neglectful parental unit. But now, he had her and she was one day going to surpass him and make trillions off of being a smarty-pants. This made him chuckle and so he did, right into her soft little ear where he left a trail of kisses behind while he shimmied himself free from the boxers. He took the bold maneuver first, but barely gave the girl a chance to adjust before he began working on her pretty little blue undies. He thought they were rather cute and working them off her delicious hips drove him nearly over the edge, but perhaps the package they once covered now splayed for his viewing pleasure was what really came close to sending him over. She was indeed a delicacy.. Something no chef or Vincent could ever prepare.. "..Christ, I.. I want you, Zoe.." He barely mustered..

Zoe quirked her head as she listened to her father chuckle, but was to busy trying to keep herself in line to think about it to much. She watched as he began to seal the deal, removing the rest of his clothing first, which made her feel a little bit at ease, so when he started with her own undergarments she was more then willing to wiggle her hips a bit and help him along. As they both sat there complete nude on the couch she felt oddly peaceful, like this was where she belonged. There with her father, no one else around, given up to one another as fresh as they had come into the world. It was peaceful in a sense but Zoe didn’t have long to lament on that fact as she heard her fathers voice cut through her inner peace. His breathy words whispered as he stood there hovering over her. She couldn’t help but smile a bit as she shifted slightly moving in towards her fathers ear to lick at his ear playfully. She felt his hot skin nearly burn her tongue but it was worth it. 'Then... Have me...' He said her voice soft yet demanding, she was somewhat surprised that it had even come from her in the first place. Though in the heat of all this she wasn’t nearly as surprised as she should of been, or normally would of been. She leaned in back towards her pillow and sat there waiting for her father to respond, taking in everything she could in the mean time, his own hot breaths matching hers, that perfect chiseled form of his as it hovered dangerously close to her own thin one. God this must be what madness felt like.

There was a very thin line between genius and madness, but the line of sexual frustration always crossed into madness tenfold. He was already there, and she had been in some other place. He briefly felt like a pervert--his daughter soaking up the time and affection with her father while he longed to feel the warmth of her insides... The thought subsided along with the regrets and the guilt, rather he was all about the kinship, the bonding of their bodies.. Jack wanted Zoe beyond familial bond. He pressed himself against her again, eyes interlocked and carefully he guided himself appropriately. He wasn't set for entry just yet--he knew the process would be painful for her but on a scale of euphoria for him. He wasn't a selfish bloke, but he definitely was aroused by the imagery. He propped himself carefully between her thighs, adjusting her legs, her word like sugar in the air causing him to lick his lips as if to taste her lavishing breath. She wanted him, certainly, but she likely wasn't sure how or why. He knew she was educated--this was the 2000s and everyone was aware of sexual themes.. He aligned himself along her nether regions allowing a certain bout of contact to be made. He hadn't intruded on her virginity just yet, but he met the moistened entrance and ran himself along her exterior to get a generalized feel, also to elect a bout of pleasure for her benefit by breaching contact with her untainted, nub of pleasure-seeking nerves. He knew he was suffering a great bout of thrill from this--the contact was incredible!

As she felt her father press against her she moan wiggling to make herself comfortable as their two bodies seemed to mesh together, this was what she wanted this was what she craved. Deep inside her there brewed a new feeling, not your average brand of teenage horniness. No this was something else this was full on unadulterated lust that she was feeling right now and as her father moved about atop her it only became worse. She panted and groaned as he separated the space between the two and she ran her hands gently across his back urging him on with every movement even the most subtle ones. As she felt him press against her womanhood she moaned loudly, unable to control herself as she had never had a feeling quite like that before. The moan was followed closely by her nails digging into her fathers back in an uncontrolled motion that she herself didn’t even see coming, but she needed that. Needed to feel his flesh as close to her hands as possible after all it was the only thing keeping her from drifting into some sort of away land. She only half hoped that the sudden motion and clawing hadn’t hurt her father, but her brain was in such a haze she couldn’t even ask him if he was okay, or say she was sorry for clawing into his back.

They both were lost in a sense, a feral longing for his cock to meet with her entrance. It was unity that was in need. He basked in it for a moment, the rousing temperatures of their bodily wants and needs. Jack couldn't suppress himself much longer and he wanted to spend the rest of this evening buried inside of his youth. It was almost sickening, but he couldn't come across any salvation for him or her now. They were designed for this moment in some twisted bout of fate and destiny granted it so with an incident that had him worried sick over his offspring. The movements progressed and up and down along the moistened beginnings of her untouched womanhood, he traversed, his own length dancing about the tender and highly receptive being that was his daughter Her scratching cat-like claws only did justice to the situation encouraging him to further his efforts, a bear-like moan sounding from him as he fell into a sexually driven stupor. He reached downward, arching himself somewhat to do so, lifting her legs and propping them about his shoulders. He took her outer thighs with his palms, his hands more than capable to hold steady such small features and he prepped himself.. The words, "I'm" and "sorry" mingled with perhaps a "so" managed to fit in there with some breathless panting and moans, but before the two could really adjust to these new formats of play, Jack pushed inward, a slow, steady motion, gauging carefully his daughter's response. Thankfully the moisture of femininity aided a lubricative progress. Oh gods, he wanted more than anything to just slam into her, a relentless drive with a lack of inhibitions, but he surprisingly maintained a fraction of his self-control for her sake.

Zoe panted as her father moved, damn she felt as though she had ran a mile but she hadn’t even moved five inches when it all came down to the nitty gritty of it all. She could hardly take it, all the teasing all the waiting all the smells, the sounds, the feelings welled up inside her. It was driving her insane. Everything was new everything was fresh and she wanted it to go on forever but she also needed it to progress, and her message got through to her father, as she let out a bit of a surprised gasp as she felt herself being moved once again, though she didn’t mind it not in the least bit, in fact she happily accepted it, Letting her hands find the back of his neck once more and ran her hand across the muscles tracing them with her thin fingers as they glided across his flesh fueled by desire and sweat. She felt herself loose her breathe once more as her father let out that feral like growl. She wasn’t listening, in fact she wasn’t sure she could even hear the words as they were lost in a symphony of pants and moans as both struggled for what little breath they could get. As she felt her father press into her she arched her back, letting out a loud moan that was a mixture of extreme pleasure, and sharp pain. Her nails found their way to his back once more, only this time they were a lot harsher, a lot rougher and had she actually not had her head thrown back against her pillow she would of checked to see if she had drawn blood, which she was slightly sure she did. She arched her back as he began to glide in and she panted as though she had lost all ability. While it hurt she wanted nothing more then to push him against her, to have him bury his shaft into her as much as he would be able to. But in some sort of logical part of her brain, what little there was left, she knew that that would not be something she would like very much right now, regardless of what her body told her it wanted.

Blood, sweat, and tears, but in this evening's escapade, not in that order. It all started with the alcohol followed by tears that broke his heart to witness and eventually the sweat of their heated bodies tormenting one another in agonizing fits of pleasure and soon on both cases pain. Like a sharpened rake her nails drove into his neck, scathing his flesh like needles digging for a roosting place. Jack hissed in both pleasure and pain, the mixture of emotions, the combination of physical torment and mesmerizing delectation was overwhelming and he nearly lost himself to it all. Maintaining his composure was something that took a little tact, however as it was he hadn't experienced this in quite some time, but now it was all at once the most amazing experience in his life.. So young and beautiful and, Gods, so willing! He was so close to wheeling over the edge that his body shook with anticipation, but self-control reeled him back in thankfully and he took several solid, deep breaths before continuing his excavation. Inward he drew, pushing into his dearest daughter with careful precision and fluttered sweet kisses to one of her propped legs reassuringly. "I love you," he uttered again breathlessly as his body begged his brain to ravage the poor girl. He was a contradiction of his needs at this point as he fought desire with everything he had, but the process was failing him.. However, he had finally driven entirely within his daughter, a unity of sorts that was oddly meant to be--at least in their eyes. And for that moment, he rested, savoring this moment before plotting his next move...

She barely noticed as her father hissed as she clawed her hands down his back. No her mind was in a whole other land as she felt her fathers cock dive deeper into her. It was a brilliant feeling, as though everything she had wanted had finally come to pass, and as she felt him slide all the way inside her she felt her body tremble and then shudder as she let out a soft contented moan, she regained a bit of composer when she felt him buried inside her and she leaned up, causing her to pant heavily as she did so, feeling her inner walls wiggle and clench softly as she moved. She began to play with her fathers Adams Apple, wanting to taste his lips again, needing to taste his lips again. She needed to have every bit of her touching every bit of him she could, regardless of how it happened. She removed her mouth from his neck only for a moment moving towards his ear once more to kiss lightly at his cheek, tasting the salty sweat that lingered on his face. 'I love you too.' She said, her voice a harsh whisper as she didn’t have enough self control to make it come out as anything but. She shifted a bit drawing her leg upwards to give him more access needing him desperately right now, in many various ways.

Jack obliged her every whim and for the first time he heard her reply to him just as gingerly albeit haphazardly as he did. She was going to be so worn and torn after this that he nearly felt bad before it even began. He laughed softly at her tickling kisses to his throat and before he knew it she was already adjusting herself for better access. This was intense.. Far too intense. He wasted no time, leaning over her in a manner that would grant him the dynamics for movement and access to her pretty little mouth. He collected her lips into his again, feisty and tussling with her fragile pink pillowy bits as though they were candy. Suckling, nipping, this all worked well to drive him into the next process which consisted of dominating her mouth as well as her body. He rocked gently at first in and out, never fully leaving the perimeters of her clinging feminine hold. Her instincts were running the show, he could tell, simply by the massaging of his cock with her slick warm insides. "..Sh..i.." he couldn't finish the swear, but one thing was certain, he was having her finally, a motion that was constant, in.. out.. sliding through the silky interior of her wondrous teenage bearings. Jack Carter was in heaven and Zoe was his angel of bliss. He paraded within her continually, gradually upping the pace, sulking when their lips breach contact, but sounds emit of pleasure, want, and a growing satisfaction.

Zoe let out a soft moan against the others lips with each thrust, they were short an painful at first, her body needing time to adjust to it however once he had finally found a nice rhythm her moans became more drawn out, more ecstasy filled. Her toes curled in pleasure as she nibbled at his lips with untapped desire. She wanted to taste completely have her father, to taste him, to smell him, to feel him. She wanted every last inch of him over every last inch of her. Gods, this was amazing, she panted and moaned against his hot lips, her eyes fluttering in bliss at each movement, as she began to feel him swiften his pace she began to feel her body subconsciously shiver and her pelvis buck with his movements and each time it did this she let out a breathy moan as though the experience was to much for her. She removed her lips from his own and began to kiss down his neck to lay her head down to rest in the nape of his neck. 'Oh... Gods...' She mouthed her words sharp and louder then her first few, her body having little control over her senses as it was to focused in on other aspects. Volume had taken a back seat to bliss, and frankly Zoe was okay with that, she panted heavily clawing at her fathers back a bit more, though not as roughly as before, she turned back so her face was as even as she could get it with his and spoke again. 'Don’t... Stop...' She pleaded breathlessly, as if she might completely explode if he stopped now...

Zoe was definitely getting the hang of this now, Jack barely had the time to notice, but her words were definite and instructive. He felt her face bury at the nape of his neck and it felt absolutely amazing. Not only is he playing the role of protector, but he is claiming the girl's maidenhood before it is somehow, someway stolen from her. In his eyes, no man would be suitable for his Zoe—no one. His grasp on her thighs tightened as the pleasure doubled with each passionate thrust. He felt her body wonderfully and synchronized with his, a beautiful dance between father and daughter that would forever relay in their minds. She was perfect beneath him; it was where she belonged and he savored, but the time was coming to a fateful closing soon. His body began to tense, and her pleas rang clear and desirable to him. He wouldn't be able to resist much longer... He'd already put up several good fights to not just come all over the place for no apparent reason--this was actual work put into it, effort shared between the two and he'd expel himself within her until he was wrought with exhaustion and vice versa. "I won't, honey," he replied huskily, "I won't stop.. I.. promise." He continued to drive into the girl, her body accustomed to his movement and size by now. She was a beautiful spectacle, her bobbing breasts, he scented body, her hot flesh, delicate lips, reddish pallor, scraping nails, it was all in the right amount--that perfect mixture--a cocktail of bliss to send him perfectly over the edge and so he waited, waited for that moment for Zoe to reach first and fore mostly before he would relinquish his release... That's a true father for you--his daughter always comes first...

Zoe moaned and panted as she nibbled at her father’s collar bone in an attempt to hold herself back. She felt her body shudder and shiver with each movement none of the thrusts were filled with pain, only simple pleasure. She couldn’t help but pull herself closer to her father wiggling herself around atop him as he continued to thrust into her, burying his cock with each thrust. She was so close so very close to reaching her end, but her body held out, just a little bit longer. She could feel her father becoming tense, but her body wasn’t ready yet, wasn’t primed. She needed more, she needed him to completely fill her, she tossed her head back using lacing her hands in one another to keep a firm hold of her fathers neck. Before she could even control what she was saying she had already said it. 'Harder.' She pleaded, needing that extra push to send her over the edge. She blushed a little bit as she mouthed the words, but she didn’t stop herself. She needed it, he needed it, they both needed it, that last little mark that could send them both into passionate abyss, she trusted into him a bit deeper then she had been before and let out a loud moan. Her body taking over as she pushed him on, her mind all but lost in a haze of thoughts.

When the tables turned, and Zoe was suddenly on top, Jack lost a little of his gusto to a bout of shock and surprise. He was both amazed and renewed by this sudden change of positioning. Gods she was riding him now. He couldn't find anything more fantastic than this very change of events right here. Atop of him now he allowed her the moment of the limelight, letting her take his form into her near childish command for a bit. It wasn't but moments later that she had tossed those golden locks behind her and demanded him to give more attention to her yet again. This time it wasn't running away or drinking a beer. It was for him to show deeper, more dedicated affection and thusly he did, taking hold of her hips he made no effort to control his movements from here on out. He lifted the girl along with her own endeavors to move and sat her atop of him, lifted her again, throwing her about plunging in and out of her in a near rueful manner that would to some, seem self-centered on his behalf. He was lost in the ecstasy of controlled masculinity. He was in charge and she was on top. That was perhaps the best combo to date. He bucked upward beneath her, while pounding the breadth of her tight entry with his thickness. This was finally sealing the Carter bond. And now he was swarmed with thoughts of sexual grandeur..

Zoe screamed out in pleasure each time she bounced on her fathers lap, unable to control her volume she half thanked the fact that they lived underground. That was all she needed, she felt her body begin to spasm as her father thrust into her one last time. 'Oh... Gods... YES!' she said tossing her head back as she felt her legs buck wildly with pleasure and she felt her inner walls clench around her father, milking him for all he was worth. She panted heavily, as she finished and found herself collapsing on her father resting her head against his sweat covered chest trying to catch her breath as she stayed situated upon his hips. This was everything she had wanted, everything she had dreamed it would of been. She couldn’t of asked for it to go any better any smoother. Even if she had planned it all out, she owed her dad a lot now, more then she'd ever be able to let him know.

There was that aforementioned madness kicking in--once again he was on the verge, but he saved himself, his beautiful offspring bouncing so prestigiously on his lap--unlike any normal youth with their parent. This had taken it beyond the level of decency. This was raunchy and yet amazingly tasteful--delicious even. Jack couldn't fathom not having done this--the regrets long gone, but now her words they spilled like soft creamy sounds much like the mounting pressure he was feeling within, held in an embankment of admiration and cherishing for his daughter. She sought to appease herself and thusly she did, squealing and squeaking desperately for the finish, he walls clasping and clutching his shaft with tantalizing tugs. Finally he gave in. He followed in suit of his daughter ushering his seed into the very depths of her womanhood--spewing mountains of creamy delights with every milking gesture of her vaginal entryway. "Ahh, Gu--Gods!" he called out surprisingly avoiding the phrase 'shit' for some reason. His own body submitted to a bout of convulsions, movements that displayed his release.. And too finally let himself drift into a pit of exhaustion cradling his Zoe close..

Zoe sighed and shifted a bit, letting out a strained moaned as she pulled herself off her fathers manhood. She couldn’t help but feel a bit upset at the loss of his warm organ inside her, but she wanted to relax into her fathers arms. She wiggled a bit, sliding her thin frame up so that she could rest happily atop his chest, placing her head to rest right underneath his own. She felt comfortable here, wrapped up in his arms. She blinked her eyes a few times, her breathing becoming steady, normal sleep filled. She began to close her eyes, feeling herself beginning to fall asleep, before she could do that though she needed to say something, she turned her head so that she was looking up at her father, a thin smile gracing her lips. 'I love you dad...' She said with a nod as she finally began to settle back into her fathers chest. She loved him, it was as simple as that...