Michael Obtains Consent

"Penny, would you mind grabbing this oregano for me?" Michael gestured at the bottle behind him. He stood in front of it, between the bottle and his daughter. If this didn't work, he could play it off as a stupid joke.

Penny looked up from the bell pepper she was chopping, saw that the oregano was well within his reach, and that he was directly in the way. She rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly at the same time. "Uh sure dad," she said and approached him. He didn't move. He watched her in her shorts and crop top walking towards him, smelled her hair as she stood up against him and reached around him, resisted an urge to kiss her lips as she looked up at him with a wry grin and brought the bottle of crushed oregano around and looked up at him. "I mean you could have got it yourself but I know you're angling for pity as the helpless old man you are," she laughed.

He took the oregano grinning back. "Very helpful!" As she stepped away to return to chopping he admired the small of her back, her impossibly thin and toned legs. 

Very helpful. And that was not like her at all. Penny should have scoffed along with the eye roll, and rather than approaching him and letting her body linger against his however truly innocent her thoughts might have been, Penny should have stuck to her task and quipped curtly but not meanly that he wasn't helpless.

So she did seem different, it was true. But still. He wasn't sure. 

His heart was pounding at the thought that what he had hoped would happen, was in fact happening. But he had to be so careful right now. He was pretty sure. But he had to be totally sure. The implications otherwise would be devastating to both of them.

A few minutes later as he was stirring the sauce he turned to her again as she was finishing up the chop. "Oh, you've got something... I can see it just under your arm there..." Implying that something had gotten stuck to her that he could see under her loosely fitting sleeveless shirt, on her rib cage.

She reached with her left hand to try to awkwardly wipe her right side under the shirt and he laughed "No it's still there, probably easier if you lift up your shirt a bit."

She nodded, raised her right hand up to pull her that side of her shirt towards her head, and craned her neck to try to see what he was saying he was seeing while probing still with her left hand. "I don't see it where is it," she laughed. "WHAT is it?"

"I think like some sauce splashed on you? It's right where... well it's kind of you know, right where your ribcage meets your chest if you see what I mean?"

Could he play this off as a joke too if it didn't work? He continued, mentally closing his eyes and plunging forward.

"Like maybe if you lifted it you know, all the way up."

"Okay wow it's really hiding huh?" she laughed and pulled her shirt up. And now her right breast was fully exposed to him.

This was definitely not like Penny.

Yet somehow he was only 99% sure. "Yeah maybe just take the whole shirt off?" If she recoiled this could be that terrible one time he made a really stupid attempt at a joke about her exposing herself to him. She may never get over it but they could at least put it behind them.

"Yeah okay," she said, "now can you just like show me where it is?" 

She was topless. Her shirt grasped in one hand.

Michael reached out. "Here, I'll get it." He touched his daughter's breast. She didn't move, just smiled at him waiting for the sauce or whatever it was to be off of her skin.

"There I uh, got it." 

"Whew!" she sighed and started to put her shirt back on.

But now he knew. "Just leave the shirt off," he said. 

"Yeah okay that makes sense," she said. She folded it and laid it on the table, and picked up the cutting board full of diced vegetables for the sauce. "We ready?" she asked.

"Yes," he said afraid to say anything else as he watched his beautiful topless daughter. She brought the tray over, and he watched her perfect breasts maintain their form as she leaned over to cascade the vegetables off of the board and into the pot. 

"Well dad, what do we do while we're waiting for it to cook up?" she asked putting the board down. 

"Let's break out the wine and chat." As casually as he could manage he brought out the bottle and two glasses as she cheered the idea and sat on the couch, her legs curled under her shorts, her torso free and open as she waited for her glass. 

"Have you been able to live without your little girl around the house this year?" She grinned up at him blinking her eyes innocently.

He sat across from her after handing her her glass. "I've managed, but yeah it's been a long three months for sure. I'm glad you're back for winter break."

Sipping on the wine she reminded him she was "only" there because they didn't let freshmen stay in the dorms over quarterly breaks. "But starting next school year I'm gone for good!" she winked.

"Well then I guess I'd better make the best of our time while I've got you here." He said.

"Yup. Entertain me and whatnot," she laughed.

"Penny?"

"Yeah dad?"

"Have you noticed you're naked from the waist up?"

"Uh yeah? Would be hard not to?"

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I mean, it's fine? It's nothing? I mean. I guess. I guess it's strange? But I really don't care."

Penny looked, for a few seconds, genuinely puzzled. "Yeah. I don't care! Anyway how long til the sauce is done again?"

"It's a slow simmer, still quite some tim. Take your shorts and panties off though?"

"Sounds good!" she said and immediately stood up and began doing just that.

Michael blushed. He stared openly at her youthful naked beauty and blushed so hard the heat of it was practically painful. This was really happening. He was really doing this to her. She was really doing this for him. 

"And um," his voice caught. The father in him did want to rescue her from the perverted man before her. There very much was that aspect to this experience for him. But the perverted man that he was, the excuse-maker-in-chief, forged on. "And um you don't mind being naked in front of me?"

"Yeah it's fine. I mean, why though? I guess it's strange but it's whatever Dad." Her face showed no sign of any kind of distress at all. But there was a puzzle she was just beginning to realize was in front of her. Or inside her. "I mean yeah. But I guess I'm curious, why did you tell me to take my clothes off?"

"Come uh... Come sit on... on... on me. I mean like, put your knees on either side of me. Will you do that?"

"Sure thing Dad," she said and walked right up to him and did exactly as he described. "But so like again why?"

"Penny," he swallowed. He gazed at her torso. He allowed his hands finally to take her on either side, grasping her hips. She noticed, showed no sign of either trouble or enjoyment. Simply assented by her quick glance down and then back up again and subsequent non-movement.

"I guess I can feel your erection under me Dad. Is that what this is about?" She asked the question with an arch, amused twitch to the eyebrows. 

He had imagined, feared, she might be devastated, that the whole thing would turn out to be a horrible mistake ruining both of them. But he'd risked it anyway. And now here she was. Exactly as the old woman had claimed she would be.

"Penny," he began again. "Yes. Penny, I have to confess something."

"Okay?" She shifted a little on his lap, sitting back a little to signal readiness to hear whatever this was about. As she moved her crotch lightly rubbed his enpantsed erection and he closed his eyes for a second. How could he do this? But how could he not, especially now that he had begun?

"I... put... something... in the soda I gave you when you first arrived."

"Oh my god," she laughed, "Like, did you roofie me or something? No I'd be like asleep now or something I think right? So what do you mean?"

"It was a potion."

She stared at him blankly. Not in any kind of shock or dismay, but half in disbelief, half in amused confusion. "A 'potion'? What does that even mean?"

He sighed. "Literally just exactly what it sounds like. Just like in a story. I couldn't believe it myself. I walked into a shop I'd never noticed before. There was an old woman attending the front counter. She sold me... well, a potion. I didn't really expect it to work but it seemed like a fun thing to pretend at least. She said whoever drank it, any time they hear me say a certain word, they will do, well, absolutely anything I say, without hesitation, happily. And once I say the word again, they'll completely forget everything that happened."

Her blank stare now was one of, if not shock, some kind of amazement. "Dad. You're so old. Why would you believe that?" She laughed as she sat on his lap straddling him nude and feeling his firm penis pulse beneath her every time she moved.

He looked her body up and down and she said, "...oh. Oh."

"Yeah..."

"So it... I guess it worked," she chuckled ruefully.

"Yes... are you... are you mad? Sad? Tell me how you're feeling right now?"

"I'm honestly fine. Wow. That's a fuck of a 'potion' you gave me there Daddums."

"I'm starting to feel guilty."

"That's fine, you probably should feel guilty. I think this counts as rape? I mean, molestation I guess but I am making certain assumptions about where you're hoping this leads." She looked up a little, seeming to ponder definitions.

"Yes I... I'm going to... to touch you in various ways now."

"Be my guest," she laughed. "So sweet of you to announce it beforehand."

Michael proceeded to have an enjoyable time. He had worried that when push came to shove the awfulness of what he was doing would overcome his perverse desires and he'd return her to her normal state and try to never think of this day again and hope there really was no trace of a memory of it left in her. But no, the awfulness did not overcome his desire. Predictably it enhanced it. When he gently pulled her in to kiss his daughter's lovely chest and then her nipple, the feeling he experienced, the relaxation into blissful ecstasy, was like nothing he'd ever encountered. Without even meaning to say anything he mutter-moaned quietly as he felt her warm skin against his lips and then his cheeks and then his lips again and then his forehead and the bridge of his nose. "This is actually... Penny actually this is perfect. Oh my God it really is."

He looked up from her chest up at her face. She was grimacing, the kind of face you make at a kid who is determined to do something stupid and you've realized you're just going to have to let him. "Having a good time there dad?" she asked.

He didn't reply. He put his hand on the small of her back and said, "Kiss me now." And she did. And she did a good job maintaining the kiss, her tongue doing all the right things with his while his hand roamed down to his daughter's butt, her legs, back up to her butt.

When the kiss ended he reveled in the immediate memory of it for several moments. He guided her backwards gently to sit and talk again. "Penny did you never... I sometimes wondered. I mean, I clearly have I guess the incest gene if you see what I mean, did you never have any thought about what it might be like...?"

"Dad, no, you're my dad. I've never thought of you that way even a little bit. Is that... good or bad?"

Ignoring the question because he wasn't sure, he asked "Are you thinking of me that way now?" knowing the answer.

She snickered. "Of course not."

"Of course not."

He gazed at her petite form sitting on him. He pushed gently and scooted back a little making it clear he wanted her to stand in front of him, and he did. His eye was now directly at the level of her little tummy. He moved his gaze downward at her pussy, and moved forward, and then crouched, and then grasped her thighs, and leaned in, and kissed. 

While kissing her there he looked up. Her expression maintained that combination of puzzlement, amusement and trust. "How does it feel when I kiss your pubis and your labia," he asked.

"It doesn't really feel like anything, maybe if I had even the slightest inkling of attraction to you at all Dad but nope," she laughed.

He leaned in a little further and, steeling himself, he pushed his tongue out and licked, and searched for her clitoris. This got a physical reaction out of her, a little bit of a jerk and a hiss. Looking up he saw that she was covering her mouth with the back of her hand surpressing a little snicker.

"I know you probably want me to be into it, Dad, but apparently it doesn't work like that."

Kneeling before her, his face in front of her beautiful pussy, he said, "Well, I want to work on that, I'm very curious about this. Go sit on the couch and spread your legs?"

"Okay let's try it!" she said and moved to sit as instructed.

He stood and upon seeing her so gracefully open her legs to him, slowly drew out his phone and aimed its lens at her. "I promise never to show these to anyone but, you are so beautiful, how can I not...?" He began clicking. "Please put your hand on your... your vagina... your clitoris. Do you think you can pleasure yourself under these circumstances?

"I can go through the motions," she said, her graceful fingers approaching the folds. "But I'm like, not excited at all, not in that way, so it won't be real."

"Can I command you to be excited?"

"Well Dad," she said, closing her eyes and stroking herself as he continued to capture images. "Now I really want to be excited because you told me to but," she winced, as though feeling around down there for something that had fallen down a hole. "It's really not going to work, I think, I'm... I'm sorry Daddy." She looked up at him, continuing to idly stroke herself, pouting a little.

"I really want to see you have an orgasm, Penny. Can you close your eyes and keep masturbating and think about, you know, anything else? Whatever excites you?"

She got a gleam in her eye. As he had just issued an implicit command she now bore an enthusiastic grin. "Oh. Fuck yeah I can do that Dad! Might take a while but..."

"Does it seem like I will mind watching for a good long while?"

She laughed, "Nope." Then she closed her eyes and imagined.

He stayed quiet. He understood right now he was a distraction, that she needed to concentrate. He just watched, recording all the while. His erection was painfully swollen inside his pants as he gently, carefully, needfully traced the outlines of her breasts with his eyes, roaming down to her gently twitching hips. The sound of her occasional quiet, feminine grunts and gasps nearly sent him into sexual hysterics but he maintained control of himself, just watching, focusing on her upper inner thighs, her butt, her ribcage, all the parts of a woman that he loved and that were generally covered and that he'd never been allowed to see on his daughter before.

There is no way to tell how long he waited before it was finally clear that she had made herself close to orgasm, her hand movements frantic, her hip movements desperately controlled.

He put the camera away and got on his knees in front of her. He took her hand in his and gently placed it aside as she opened her eyes and looked down at him in surprise, dismay at the interruption, openness to whatever he asked of her next.

Without a word he leaned in and began kissing his daughter's pussy again. She got the message and relaxed, and then moaned.

Awkwardly he stopped for just one moment. "Are you... performing?"

"Dad, no, this is real. I'm ready, you're doing it. Keep going please?"

His erection now genuinely physically causing him pain at the sound of his lovely girl actually begging him for this, he continued. He teased only a little, just to make the experience of tasting his daughter last a little longer. Finally her body tensed. With her mouth she made quiet, tense dental fricative groans and then she opened up into long "aaaa"s as the orgasm spilled over into reality. He kept going until he could see he was causing discomfort. She sighed and looked down at him, his face still at her pussy. "Yes, Dad. Okay that was good. Fuck." She laughed, embarrassed to admit this, but happy knowing he would enjoy knowing.

He kissed her tender thighs a few times while she gently hissed and moaned at the aftershocks of pleasure this brought her. He then looked up at her and said, "It was good for me too."

She sat up slowly and leaned over him. "Dad, it's chemicals, hormones, it's just because you just made me cum, and this should be gross and is totally wrong what you're doing, I know you know that, but right now I do want to... can you hold me for a minute?"

He wanted nothing more. She cuddled into his chest for a while after he climbed up on the couch. He stroked her hair as she held onto him. 

After several minutes she rose up and looked down. "Well... that was nice but uh, when's the sauce ready again?" she asked. "I am actually looking forward to it."

He sighed. "Probably about five minutes. That was a sudden change of attention on your part!" He laughed.

She grinned, continuing to look down. "Yeah well between the potion and the hormones, things are weird in here as I'm sure you can imagine Daddikins. I am totally happy to do whatever you want, I can see that. I can feel it. And after you made me cum, I think just like, because I'm a mammal, I wanted you to hold me for a while. But I stopped wanting that. Now it's more like... what's this silly old man going to want next?"

She looked up at him quickly, "But not in a mad way! It's fine, do whatever you want to me!"

"I think I understand," he said. "And I can't deny I'm a silly old man. Well, just one more thing and then I'll put you back to normal for now and we'll have dinner."

"Sure thing, Dad, what perverse activity do you want to engage in now with your darling daughter?" she grinned faux-coquettishly at him.

He finally unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down a little. "For now I just want you to kiss it. My... my erection. That's all. Tonight after dinner we'll... well we'll see."

She smiled almost like she was relieved to have a job. She climbed down putting her knees on the floor between his legs and leaned down and without hesitation Michael's beautiful daughter kissed his erection. And the potion made her want to do it right. To really do what he wanted her to do. So she made it special. She drew out a noise or two from his vocal chords. She grinned up at him, then gave it a second little lip smack before standing up.

"Dad that was," she said, grinning, but hesitating.

"You can say it."

"Really gross, Dad," she laughed. 

"I know. I'm sorry. Thank you."

"I mean don't be sorry I don't care. And don't thank me, I literally can't even want to say no."

"True. Well, get dressed I guess?"

She did so just as immediately and cheerfully as she'd done everything else he'd told her to do this evening. "So you gave me that soda over an hour ago, way before the sauce even began. I'm supposed to forget everything that happened since then?"

"Yes, I don't know exactly what the experience will be like for you. Maybe you'll be alarmed at the sudden shift in your environment and the lost time. Maybe you won't even notice, confabulating a story to make sense of it. But whatever it's like for you that will be better than--"

"--Better than--" she completed his sentence. "--Better than remembering getting naked for my dad and kissing his dick and learning he plans to probably rape me soon and being somehow okay with all that?"

Michael winced. "Yes, better than that. Do you have to call it rape?" he said pathetically.

"Dad," she said in that casual stern way she had of correcting him when he said something silly. "I have to call it whatever you tell me to call it. But you know what it is. It's fine, rape me, whatever, obviously I'm not objecting. I mean I literally can't." 

"Okay. You're right. Call it what it is. But I mean, is it like, you're sad about this but can't say anything?"

"No Dad, I literally don't care. I've been perfectly happy to do everything I've done tonight, and when you said you're probably going to rape me tonight, my only thought was I hope you like it. I'm being serious, it's fine. The potion really did a number on me!"

"Well, that must be a really strange state of mind to be in."

She nodded. "You should try it sometime."

"Probably not. Well, are you ready to go back to normal for a while?"

"Dad!" she laughed again. "You know you don't have to ask me! I don't have to be ready for anything, you clearly can just make me do whatever whenever!"

He acknowledged this with pursed lips and resigned amusement in his eyes. "As always you're right."

"Yeah you gave me the potion but somehow I seem to understand it better than you do old man!"

He raised his hands mock defensively. "Okay okay." And he said the word. And she looked around.

She was confused.

But just confused.