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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 6) [Asian, M/f, Incest (Father-Daughter) Oral Only, Semi-Consent]
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Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2006 09:10:04 -0500
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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Chapter 6: Sunday Morning

It was a nice, calm conversation.  Just the pirate,
Santa Claus, Ms. September of 1977, and himself
enjoying a small meal of pancakes and mashed potatos. 
The potatos even had little specks of skin in them,
just like mom use to make them.

They had been discussing the current state of
semi-conductor pricing in the global market.  Except
for when the green and blue parrot on the pirate's 
shoulder interrupted.  It kept squawking something
about philosophy and psychiatry.  It was kind of
annoying, but luckily he kind of went in and out.  One
moment he was babbling like a sugar addled
pre-schooler, then the next moment he was just gone.

The pirate was a new addition, he wasn't sure who
invited him, but he just turned up one day.  Santa
Claus was more of a rotating position, sometimes the
Easter Bunny took his place, or the clerk at the 7-11...

Ms. September, on the other hand was a regular
attendee.  She always tended to point out the worst
things.  This time was no exception either.  Now she
was suggesting that he might want to double check his
figures on the Fowler account. 

She wasn't real specific about what she thought was
wrong.  More of a general everything was wrong sort of
comment.  Not real helpful or constructive, just
inflammatory.  

He could feel his pulse start to race now, blood
rushing to his head, the start of a headache almost. 
Anxiety was setting in quickly.  The whole spreadsheet
must be wrong.  His paniced mind already started to
calculate the number of days it would take to repair
it.

Mike's eyes bolted open and immediately fixed on the
digital clock on the bedside table.  5:42 blazed in
glowing red across its face, prompting the blood to
pound even harder in his head.

If he hurried, he could get into work early and take
one last look at that spreadsheet before the
presentation.  At the very least he could be prepared
if it was a total cock up.

He sat up in bed and stretched, but tried to keep from
disturbing Sarah.  She still had an hour or two of
sleep she could enjoy.  But even with his best
intentions, she still stirred a bit.

"Whuzz...  sro jilry..."  Indecipherable words slipped out
of her lips, making absolutely no sense.  She turned
over, words in recognizable English finally coming out
of her.  "Come back to bed."

There was no time to reply to her, her words were
immediately followed by the sound of snoring.  She was
out again, which was just as well.

He walked naked to the bathroom and closed the door
behind him before turning the light on.  He stared at
himself, bleary eyed, in the mirror and took a deep
breath.  He knew he had to calm his mind down, if he
let it rage the way it was, he'd have a massive
headache before long.

He remembered Ms. September again, she turned up in
his dreams a lot and after all these years she'd
become pretty familiar.  Her persona changed, but her
clothing never did, always that same white negligee. 
She could be a teacher or a police woman, a temptress
or an innocent, a trouble maker or a friend, but she'd
always show up in her lingerie.

He chuckled to himself as he remembered the first time
he saw her. His father's old girly magazine he found
hidden in the garage.  The centerfold burnt into his
mind permanently.

He smiled into the mirror at the thought then shook
his head a bit, dislodging the random thoughts and
sending them skittering out of his head.  He had more
important things to think about this morning.

He turned on the cold water facet and cupped some of
the water into his hands.  After a second's pause to
brace himself, he splashed the icy water across his
face.  The shock of the water forced his thoughts to
collect. 

"Damn it."  He muttered to himself as recollection hit
him.  It was Sunday, not Monday.

He rolled his eyes at his own mistake and let out a
long, pained exhale.  Well, at least there was a
positive to all of this.  He could go into the office
at his leisure, look over the numbers, and really be
ready for tomorrow.

He flicked off the light and opened the bathroom door.
 There was a brief, incoherent grumble from somewhere
buried under the quilt, which he envied quite a bit. 
He figured there was no sense in trying to go back to
sleep now.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and rubbed his
eyes, contemplating what to do.  Then he remembered
Angela.

They hadn't really talked about what had happened
yesterday.  This might be a good time to do that. 
Maybe go out for some breakfast afterwards, just her
and him.  It sounded like as good a plan as any.

He recounted the events of the day before as he took a
side step into the closet.  Images quickly flashed
across his now wide awake mind.  Angela undressing in
front of him.  Feeling her skin close against him. 
Watching Sarah giving Ben his first blowjob in the
kitchen.

He glanced down at himself and saw his own hard on
staring back up at him.  He took a deep breath and
cleared his mind, trying to wish his blood back into
the rest of his body.  But that wasn't to be, his
shaft just kept staring right back up at him.

Giving up, he reached for a pair of jogging pants and
pulled them on.  Deciding that the bulge might be a
bit too much too, he pulled his robe off the hanger
and pulled that on as well.  Finally he felt
satisfactorily presentable to his young daughter.

He walked to the bedroom door as quietly, but he
didn't think that was necessary.  The low sound of
Sarah's snoring more than masked his movements.

He stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind
him.  Then walked down the hallway to the door of his
youngest daughter's bedroom.  He rapped lightly on the
thin wood and then whispered, "Angela?"

No response.  He opened the door slightly and stuck
his head into the darkness within.  

"Angela?"  He asked again, raising his voice slightly
above a whisper now.

Still no response.  He slipped silently into the
darkness and walked across the small room, reaching
down to touch her bed.  He started to say her name
again, but stopped in surprise.

His hand found the bed empty.  He stepped back towards
the door quickly and turned the bedroom light on.  To
his horror he saw that his hand was correct.  The bed
was empty.  His mind raced at the implications of
this.

Had what they've done sent her running away?  Was she
out on the street somewhere?  When did she leave?  How
long had she been gone?

The questions screamed in his mind, not an answer for
a single one, but each question only brought more
questions to his mind.  More questions only caused his
already stressed mind to rage even further.  

He turned the light off and backed back into the
hallway, glancing up and down the hall.  He wasn't
sure which way to turn or even what to do.  He felt
the situation quickly spiraling out of his control and
becoming a monster larger than his mind could
comprehend.

He leaned against the hallway wall for a moment,
trying to recover rational thought.  He decided that
she had to still be in the house.  He couldn't
comprehend that she would be anywhere else.

He looked towards his own bedroom door but felt
ashamed of that.  He couldn't tell Sarah about this
yet.  He had to make sense of this before he woke her
up.  

He looked to the bathroom door, but the door was open
and the room dark.  She couldn't be in there.  

His eyes fell on his son's door.  He walked to the
door and knocked lightly once, but hardly paused
before he reached for the doorknob.  He opened the
door and stuck his head inside.  

"Ben?"  He asked into the darkness, half expecting to
find an empty room here too.

There was a groan and then a muffled questioning
reply, "Dad?"

Suddenly Mike didn't know what to say.  He couldn't
ask his son if he had seen Angela.  He couldn't just
turn on the light and look himself.  So instead he
just pretended like nothing at all was out of the
ordinary.

"Just doing my rounds."  His mind stumbled the words
to his lips.  "Everything okay in here?"

"Yes."  Ben was still half awake and fairly confused. 
He couldn't remember the last time his Dad had `made
the rounds.'  He wasn't even sure if he had ever.

"Okay.  Go back to sleep."  During the conversation,
Mike's eyes had grown accustomed enough to the
darkness that he was able to peer through it enough to
see that there was no sign of Angela.

He did his best to preserve his calm as he pulled his
head out of the doorway and closed the door behind
him.  He walked down the hall to the family bathroom
and checked inside quickly, but found it empty and
quiet.

He paused for a second and thought through the
morning.  Maybe Angela had snuck into his bed while he
was in the bathroom the first time.  Safely sleeping
with her mother and he didn't even notice.

He realized how unlikely that sounded, but it was
still entirely possible.  And wouldn't really be all
that surprising with what went on in that same bed
yesterday afternoon.  He backed up out of the bathroom
and walked back down the hallway again.  Peering into
the bedroom he saw that it was also still and quiet,
unless you counted Sarah's snoring.

Now he was really starting to get worried.
 
He descended the stairs as quickly as he could, while
still trying to remain calm.  If he was just
overreacting he didn't want to wake the whole house
and freak everyone out.  He felt that this was a
crisis he brought on, that he had to deal with himself
if he could.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs he looked down the
hallway to the kitchen.  The backdoor in plain sight
and still obviously closed and locked.  He ducked into
the living room first, fully expecting to find the
television on and Angel curled up on the couch.

His heart sank at the disappointment of finding the
living room also empty, quiet, and apparently
undisturbed.  He checked the front door and found that
to be closed and locked.  His rapidly falling heart
raised slightly at this. 

Angela didn't have a front door key of her own.  If
she had decided to leave the house, the door surely
would have still been unlocked.  It wasn't much of a
hope to cling to, but at the moment he was willing to
take whatever he could.

Heading back towards the kitchen he saw the milk
carton sitting on the kitchen table, in the middle of
a small pool of condensation.  Someone had been here,
and most likely it had been Angela.

His eyes glanced to the basement door, Cat's room was
downstairs, and with it, the last possible place he
could think of looking.  He opened the door and headed
down the basement stairs, all the while trying to keep
his mind rational and calm.

At the bottom of the stairs he stood in front of Cat's
door and held his panic in check as he knocked on the
door.  He wanted to remain calm for the moment.  To
make sure that he followed things through logically. 
Freaking out wouldn't solve anything and would
probably just make matters worse.

He could see his hand shake as he reached to the door.
 But he still remained calm.  He knocked lightly and
heard no response.  He waited what seemed like forever
before he knocked again.

All was quiet on the other side of the door, both
Angela and Cat were still sleeping very soundly.  The
first knock woke Cat immediately; she was always a
light sleeper.  Her first instinct was to complain and
yell for the interruption to go away.

But things were different this morning.  She wasn't in
bed alone.  And it took a moment for her mind to
register why.  And a second moment for her to remember
what had happened only a few hours ago.

There was another knock at the door now, more
insistent sounding.  She watched the door but still
couldn't decide what to do.  Now her instinct was to
just stay quiet and maybe the visitor would go away.  

Somehow she knew that wasn't going to happen.

Mike could feel his calm resolve slipping.  If she
wasn't here, then he wasn't sure where else to look. 
He took a deep breath and tried to steel his mind for
the worst, still desperately clinging to a glimmer of
hope.

He reached down for the doorknob and turned it,
pushing the door open slowly.

As Cat watched the door, she was horrified to see the
doorknob start to turn.  Instincts took completely
over and she closed her eyes, deciding that it was
best to just pretend to still be asleep.

Mike stuck his head into his eldest daughter's room,
but was unable to announce himself this time.  He
found his voice missing, choked off by the urge to
unload his pent up anxiety in a moan of relief.

He could see the outline of his eldest daughter in the
dim light of the room.  And right next to her he could
see the smaller outline of his youngest daughter.

He couldn't help but exhale in delight as waves of
relief passed through his body.  To be so close to
something so horrible and then find it to turn out
okay, well, he felt like screaming out in celebration,
even if no one would understand why he was so happy.

Cat kept her eyes closed as she heard what sounded
like a relieved groan.  She knew it had come from her
father, but she couldn't quite fathom what might have
caused it.  By now she had expected to be trying to
form an excuse for what she and Angela had been doing.

Mike propped himself up against the doorframe, with
the release of the emotions, he felt drained and
unable to stand on his own.  All of his worst fears
had faded, leaving nothing in their place at the
moment.  It made him feel hollow, but a good sort of
hollow.

Cat stirred slightly in bed, but she knew she had to
be careful.  Too much movement and she'd give herself
away.  Too little and he wouldn't notice at all.  

She rolled over onto her back, turning away from
Angela, but not towards her father either.  Just over
onto her back and as she did this, she let her foot
slip out from under the sheet.  Dropping off the edge
of the mattress, just so it would dangle in plain view
of her father.

Mike jumped slightly when his daughter moved, for a
moment he thought she was waking up.  That thought
passed when she didn't move any further.  He thought
about just backing out of the room and letting it all
go, but he couldn't help himself but stay.

Through her barely open eyes, Cat could see the way
her father's face changed.  She recognized the look of
lust, coupled with fear and temptation.  It was one of
the things she most liked to see in those she toyed
with.  She decided to up the ante slightly, see what
her father might do.

Mike watched as Cat's foot dangled off the edge of the
bed, twitching slightly.  Something near her foot
caught his eye, making his gaze drop to the floor.  A
pink dildo was laying there on the floor, next to the
edge of the bed and in easy reach.

For a moment, his mind raced over the significance of
this object.  Parental urges leaping in first, wanting
to wake Cat up and ask her where she got such a thing.
 The thought of his daughter.... using such an object.

Cat was surprised when she saw the brief moment of
annoyance flash across her father's face.  It was the
expression she expected to see when he first looked
into the room.  When he hadn't, she assumed that they
had gone beyond that situation.  But for a moment, the
doubt flashed in her mind.

Mike glanced up at the sleeping form of his daughter,
his mind still gripped with the thought of the toy. 
The idea of her using it, while initially repugnant,
suddenly crystallized in his mind in vivid,
imaginative detail.

Cat's momentary fear subsided as she saw her father's
expression change.  When he licked his lips, she was
sure she knew what he was thinking now.

Mike's mind raced with the images of his daughter
laying on her bed, her body sheened with sweat.  The
pink toy just barely peeking out of her.  He wanted to
be the one holding that toy, moving it in and out of
her.  Helping her reach her release.  Seeing her body
thrash on the bed.

Cat decided it was time to move now, nothing too
abrupt, she didn't want to scare him away.  But she
also didn't want to spend all morning playing this cat
and mouse game.

Mike gasped in surprise, shocked out of his
imagination when Cat moved.  He stood stock still,
watching as her arm lifted, then fell back to the bed,
next to her head.  His eyes locked on the bed and just
stared.

Cat had picked her movement to just shift the sheet
enough so that she could give her father a nice long
look at her chest.  She was quite proud of her growing
chest and thought he'd be particularly appreciative of
it, but she could tell not all was as she expected. 
She could sense that he wasn't looking where she
wanted him to.

Mike's eyes had passed beyond Cat, fixated on his
youngest daughter.  The images of Cat and her toy
still fresh in his mind, but now they took on a new
hue.  Unlike before, there wasn't just one image that
sat in his mind.  Instead numerous ones flashed by,
his two daughters, the toy.  

Angela using it on Cat.  Cat using it on Angela.  Cat
explaining what it was.  Angela licking it after it
had been in Cat.  Angela easing it up into Cat's ass. 
Him sitting nearby, telling Angela how to use it on
Cat.

Mike blinked and swallowed hard, his hand
instinctively reaching for his cock and starting to
rub it.  It was already aching in his jogging pants
and begging for attention.

Cat watched her father with a mixture of annoyance and
excitement.  She enjoyed seeing him so caught up in
his own wants that he was barely aware of what he was
doing.  On the other hand, she wanted his attention to
be on her and not on her sister.

She stretched her back slightly, trying to make sure
her movements were slow and fluid.  Like what she
thought movements should look like while one was still
asleep.  She turned slowly, onto her side, facing her
father, intending to block Angela from his view, while
also exposing more of herself to him.

Mike's hand froze while still clutching himself
through his baggy jogging pants.  He watched as his
daughter moved, fully expecting to be caught now and
not really sure what excuse he'd give.  

All thoughts for forming en excuse faded from his mind
as his eyes gazed across his daughter's nude body. 
Her small breasts, why hadn't he noticed how much they
had grown before this?  Last he remembered she had
none at all.  Her nipples dark and red, almost calling
out to him to play with them.  Her smooth, flat belly,
leading right down to a small patch of dark hair.

Cat fought the urge to let out a satisfied sigh.  She
could tell that his eyes were taking in every detail
of her and the way the lump in his pants twitched, he
was enjoying it.

Mike's eyes fixed deeper on his eldest daughter's
hair.  He could see that it was matted, wet.  He
didn't give much thought to why this might be.  He
just enjoyed the sight.

Cat watched as her father pulled down his jogging
pants, letting them drop all the way to the floor. 
His cock springing out at full attention.  She had
seen bigger and smaller ones, fatter and thinner, but
this one intrigued her the most, by far.  Somewhere in
the back of her mind she realized that this was the
instrument that helped bring her into the world.  And
the thought just made her want to touch it all the
more.

Mike stepped out of his pants, moving slightly more
into the bedroom.  He walked carefully, not wanting to
wake either of his daughters.  His cock bobbing up and
down as he stepped, a drip of pre-cum dropping from
the tip and landing on a pile of his daughter's under
clothes that he never thought he'd see.  

He sat down on the nearest object he could, he
recognized it as one of the old kitchen chairs, but
the history of the furniture was the furthest thing
from his mind.  His hand immediately grasped his cock,
starting to stroke it wantonly as he stared at his
daughter's body.

Cat's hands twitched as she fought the urge to play
with herself at the same time.  She could feel the
heat between her legs, no longer a dull ache, but a
raging inferno now.  She just shifted her feet
slightly, letting him have a better look as she
watched him stroke himself furiously.

Mike gasped as he pulled himself harder.  He could
feel himself about to cum, the heat welling up inside
him.  He stopped stroking and gripped himself tighter,
holding his shaft tightly.

He glanced around the room quickly.  He knew he was
about to cum, but he wasn't sure what to do with it. 
And he only had a moment to decide.  Then he looked
back towards the bed and made up his mind.

Cat watched her father's movements through her barely
open eyes.  She wasn't sure what he was doing.  She
was sure that he was just about to cum only a second
ago, but he had stopped playing with himself.

Mike stood up slowly, his feet more than a bit shakey,
his hand still gripping his shaft tightly.  He
shuffled towards the bed on his weak legs and stood
over it for a moment as he started to stroke himself
again.

Cat could see him standing over her.  His shaft within
inches of her face.  She still wasn't sure what he was
doing.  Did he know she was awake?  She wasn't sure
yet.

Mike just gazed down at his daughter for a moment
more, continuing to stroke himself, then pushed the
tip of his shaft towards her mouth.  He had decided
where he wanted to empty himself.

Her father's movements surprised her, but that didn't
diminish her interest.  She opened her lips, not
fully, just slightly.  To show a willingness to
proceed.  To see what her father would do next.

Mike held his breath as he saw just the very tip of
himself pass into his daughter's teenage mouth.  He
still couldn't tell whether she was awake or not, that
this might not just be an instinctive reaction.  He
pressed himself a little harder against her mouth, not
being forceful, just enough to show his need.

Cat opened her eyes slightly, feeling the pressure. 
She let out a small, happy moan just before she opened
her mouth fully.  Yielding to the entrance.

Mike grunted and swallowed hard, feeling the warm
entrance into Cat's mouth.  Once again he felt his
willpower being tested.  The urge to just push himself
entirely into her was intense, but he held it at bay.

Cat could feel the tension coming off of her father,
almost like waves.  She could feel the intense need
burning in him, it was a feeling she'd become
accustomed to enjoying in other men.  She opened her
eyes fully now, smiling up at her father around his
shaft.  

Mike gasped as he saw his daughter's willingess.  That
she was awake, that she was aware of what was
happening.  He pushed himself further into her mouth,
wanting to feel her fully now.  He knew he didn't have
very far to go before he'd cum.

Cat let her tongue trace her father's entire length as
he moved into her.  Her eyes staring up at him
intently, watching his face contort with pleasure. 
She could feel him start to twitch even more, and knew
what was about to happen.

Mike felt the burning semen start to spurt out of him,
spurting deep into his daughter's mouth.  But he still
wanted more.  There was still something he wanted to
see.

To Cat's surprise, just as her father started to cum,
he started to pull out of her mouth.  She sucked a
little harder, trying to keep him in place while
whimpering painful up at him.  He pulled out of her
just in time to let one last spurt loose on her face. 
Splashing on her cheek and dribbling down across her
chin.

Mike felt weak, drained as he watched his cum drip
from his daughter's face.  He could think of no words
to say at this point.  A mixture of satisfaction and
shame filled him now.

Cat just stared up at her father for a second, before
a smile creeped across her lips.  Unlike her father,
she didn't feel the need for words right now. 
Instead, she just laid her head back down to the
pillow and closed her eyes, making no effort to clean
her face.

Mike blinked as he watched his daughter's casual
attitude to his using her mouth for his enjoyment. 
The shame slipped out of him as he realized that she
apparently enjoyed this just as much as he did.

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