Futaba licks her lips as Sojiro pours the curry over his body. He had made sure to cook it just right. Not too hot that he would burn himself, but just warm enough for Futaba to enjoy.
On a normal day, he would have made sure to cook his curry piping hot. Curry shouldn't be enjoyed any other way, after all. And while normally he would make sure to serve Futaba's curry hot, this particular father-daughter activity required him to bring the temperature down a bit.
With the curry now dripping onto the floor, Futaba wastes no time.
"Thanks for the food," she says softly, a playful look on her face.
And she takes his cock in her hand, pushing it slightly out of the way as she licks bits of lukewarm curry off of her father's balls.
Neither of them were entirely sure how this had started. They had been doing this for months now, at least once per week. They both knew that this was wrong. This was not how a father and daughter should be acting. Even if they weren't father and daughter, the age gap is just too high. She is far too young for him.
But the two weren't technically father and daughter. Not by blood, anyway. They were father and daughter by adoption. Did that make things any less weird?
But Futaba doesn't care. She has spent so much time alone. So much time by herself in her room. Sojiro is there. Sojiro loves her. And her body yearns for him.
She works her way past Sojiro's balls and up the shaft. She can't exactly go much further with him until all of the curry is gone. And she loves the taste of his curry. Not to mention the taste of his dick. Putting the two of them together feels so right. The erotic tastes of skin and sweat mixed with tastes of her childhood memories sends her senses soaring. She's looking forward to a certain other taste she is sure to be rewarded with if she does her job well.
Her tongue works its way from the base of his shaft to the tip. She licks him slowly, deliberately. She wants to get every last drop of curry off of him. She wouldn't want to waste it. Sojiro groans quietly as she makes a couple of passes. She needs to make sure she didn't miss anything. As she reaches the tip, she lets her mouth close briefly over it. She doesn't push him down her throat yet, but just barely covers the tip with her lips. She can feel his anticipation growing.
After a while, his dick is clean. She's licked it free of curry. But she's not done yet. Sojiro had poured it on himself starting with his belly and let the rest flow downwards. She had to take care of that part of his body, too. She pulls him close, wrapping her arms around his waist, just above the buttocks. He is completely nude, but she's still fully clothed. She lets her chest press against his cock, pushing it into her boobs. From this position she begins to lick his belly clean. As she does so, Sojiro reaches behind her and undoes the clasp of her bra. She lets it fall slightly as it loses the support of the clasp. She knows exactly what he wants. She takes a moment to stop licking him clean and raises her arms. He helps her pull off her T shirt, and she allows her bra to fall to the floor. Nude from the waist up, she pulls him close again and resumes licking the curry off his belly. His dick presses firmly against her chest, sandwiched between her tits. She feels a slight sliminess between her boobs. His dick is covered with her own saliva from licking it clean. The tip of his penis leaves a small smear of pre cum on her chest just above her breasts. She feels its slippery texture as it's deposited there.
His belly is soon clean. Besides that which has dripped onto the floor, Futaba has cleaned up all of the curry. Before she moves forward, she notices a strange feeling between two of her teeth. She brings her fingers to her mouth, digging between the teeth with her nails. She pulls out a bright, black hair. It isn't one her hers. It's one of Sojiro's hairs. Somehow she isn't at all perturbed by this. They had been at this for a number of months, and after a while you just get extraordinarily familiar with the other person's body. The kinds of things that would normally be gross start not to bother you so much. She casts the hair aside.
It's time to give him what he's been waiting for. She grabs him by the base of his penis, pointing it in her direction. She takes a deep breath and opens her mouth wide.
Sojiro shudders as his daughter's lips circle around his cock. He watches as it disappears inside of her. He watches the top of her head from above as she pushes it further and further down.
She's gotten better.
When they had started doing this, Futaba was inexperienced. She struggled to push him much further than an inch before her gag reflex took over. He remembers the first time well. She was naked from the waist up as she is now. She pushed him as far down as she could manage before pulling away suddenly, hacking and sputtering as she tried to repress her gag reflex. A thin line of saliva flew down from her bottom lip and landed on her chest. The sight of this alone was almost enough for Sojiro to bust, but he was going to need a little bit more. She ended up trying again before needing to pull away. In the end, Futaba decided to jerk him off instead. She just couldn't do it. This was all Sojiro needed to finish. After a few minutes of jerking, Sojiro finished all over his daughter. He remembers vividly how she scrunched up her face as he released. He hadn't meant to, but Futaba had been pointing the tip of his dick directly at her face. A blotch of the stuff landed squarely on her nose, and as she pulled back in surprise, the second and third wave landed on her chest instead. He remembers how she curiously took some of it in her hand before taking a tentative taste. He had no idea that his daughter could secretly be such a slut.
But she was not so inexperienced now. She had no problem taking his dick and shoving it to the very back of her throat. Sojiro wasn't sure how she had gotten so good, but practice surely had helped.
Futaba continues bobbing away at his penis. She cups his balls in her hand, turning them over with her fingers. At this rate, he's not going to be able to hold back.
He tenses.
Futaba realizes that this is her cue. She picks up speed, bracing herself with her arms wrapped around his thighs. Sojiro lets out a shuddering sigh, watching again from above as his daughter's tiny orange head works away at him.
Sojiro grunts and releases a torrent inside of her. She jumps slightly in sudden surprise, but she does not pull away. Holding him firmly by his thighs, she pulls herself as close as she can, her lips touching the skin at the base of his penis. She allows her father's cum to collect in the back of her throat, taking care not to breathe or to swallow.
She waits as he shudders a few more times, each shudder bringing another glob of cum. When he finally seems to be done, Futaba pulls away.
She takes a moment to swallow, pushing the entirely of his load down into her stomach with one gulp. She looks up at him and smiles brightly.
There's a little bit of cum left on his tip, so she takes him in hand again and uses the tip of her tongue to lick off a bead of the stuff as it sits on his slit. It tastes so nice. She had learned to love this taste almost as much as his curry.
She knows that he likes it when she continues working on him even after he's busted. So she pushes his length past her lips again, going more slowly this time. As she gingerly works his penis back and forth, her eyes widen as she suddenly hears the cafe door open, followed by footsteps.
"Sojiro? You here? I'm back."
Joker is home.
Sojiro looks panicked. But it's okay. He's clothed from the waist up. Joker won't know.
Futaba just smiles through the cock in her mouth. She doesn't want to stop. She continues sucking him off, rewarded with a little bit of semen still trickling out of him and onto her tongue.
"H-Hey, kid!" Sojiro says, "Keeping out of trouble?"
He's pushed himself up against the counter, hiding the fact that he's nude from the waist down. Futaba hides behind it, pushing Sojiro's length down her throat with vigor. Sojiro stifles a groan.
"Yeah," says Joker, "All good. I'm just gonna go hang upstairs for a bit. Talk to you later."
Joker shouldn't notice as long as he doesn't turn around while he walks upstairs. They'll just have to hope they're lucky.
"Yeah… See you," says Sojiro.
They listen as Joker's footsteps retreat up the stairs.
Satisfied, Futaba fondles his balls for a little before pulling her mouth off his cock. She smiles up at him again.
Sojiro looks chagrined.
"That was too risky," he says in a hushed tone, "Do you know what would happen if he found out? We have to be more careful."
Futaba just smiles.
"But we didn't get caught, did we? So it doesn't matter. Just make sure you prepare my reward in the morning."
Futaba stands up and puts on her shirt. Quietly she makes her way to the door, closing it behind her as she makes her way home.
"Bye, Sojiro. See you later. You too, Futaba."
Joker waves as he walks out the front door. Futaba waves back at him as he does. He's a cute boy. Maybe she'll have to use what's she's learned with Sojiro on him one day.
With Joker gone, Futaba can ask the question that's been weighing on her mind all morning.
"Did you prepare my reward?"
"Sure did!" Sojiro says as he pulls a bowl out from behind the counter, "Curry just as you like it."
Futaba licks her lips. This time, the curry will be hot.
Sojiro sets the bowl in front of her. It's curry prepared just the way she likes it. She's eaten it this way since she was a little girl.
Well, not exactly this way. This one has a special ingredient added to it that Futaba has only recently come to enjoy.
As she takes the first few spoonfuls, she squeals with glee. It tastes just as she likes it. A perfect mix of the childhood recipe she has enjoyed for years, paired perfectly with another taste that makes her want to get on her knees again and beg for more.
She truly does love her father's curry.