Emma/Charming once again, my dears (I'm kinda addicted to them). I'm trying to think about something for Christmas with as many characters as possible :P


Sunday is a family day. And by the pool all the fun is possible.


The sun is high in the beautiful blue sky up Storybrooke when Snow leaves the pool in the backyard of their brand new house saying she's going to Granny's to pick up some lunch for them. David waves and secretly wishes for her to stay there for a long hour because he's hungry right now. Only it isn't an ordinary type of hunger.

He quietly dives into the water and swims across the pool as silently as he can, emerging to find his so very hot daughter gloriously bathing under the warm sun light. Her perfect skin shining with the lotion she rubbed from head to toe (he had the frustrating task to do it when she turned and asked him to apply the lotion down her back, butt and legs. Needless to say he had to quickly jump into the water to hide his very evident erection).

He steps out of the water and stands close to her, water running down his body. He's breathing rapidly and mesmerized by the view in front of his eyes. She's topless and beautiful. His cock is already hard when she realizes someone is standing close to her.

Emma looks at him up and down. She loves his tight muscles and the way they flex under her fingers when she touches him. She's truly addicted to this man and doesn't worry about him being who he is anymore. She just wants to ravish him every single day.

"Seeing something you like, daddy?" She asks, raising enough to hold her weight with her elbows, winking at him, slightly opening her legs.

"More like someone I want to fuck."

"You are incredibly honest," she chuckles and sits up, untying the low piece of her bikini and tossing it aside. "Where's mom?"

"Off to Granny's to grab lunch," he tells her, sitting on the floor by her side. He cups her sex, feeling her hot when she bucks her hips forward, moaning when a finger runs its way up and down her folds. "Already wet, dear?" he asks, latching his mouth to her right breast while his index finger teases her entrance.

He presses his thumb against her clit and pushes one finger then another inside her, earning a strangled whimper that turns into a full moan when he crooks and pumps them in and out in quick thrusts.

Emma's hand runs down his belly to find him hot and heavy. She pushes his trunks down and tosses them close to her bikini, taking him in her small hand, pumping him up and down until he's uttering words she can barely make out for the fog in her head is too thick for her to pay any attention to anything but his throbbing erection in her hand and his skilled fingers inside her.

He turns her head to him and kisses her eagerly, pushing his probing tongue inside her mouth, savoring the taste of the pineapple juice she had some time before Snow left. Emma takes his hand off of her, holding his shoulders and shifting his position, making him lie down on his back.

"It's been days," she says simply and settles herself between his legs.

She swirls her tongue at the base of his cock, running it up and down his shaft a few times before she takes only the head into her mouth, sucking it eagerly, moaning when she feels him growing harder in her hand whilst she licks the underside of his cock with quick laps of her tongue. And she takes him into her mouth, head bobbing up and down his shaft, making him moan deep in his throat when she touches his entrance, giving him a thrill he only feels when they do things like this.

Emma releases him with a pop, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses up his belly and chest until she straddles his hips, holding his cock in place when she sinks herself slowly onto him. He groans so loudly that Emma has to cast a silence spell around them to let the neighborhood oblivious of their delicious activity.

David places his hands on her hips when he's fully inside her. Her walls flutter around him when he pushes himself up in a quick thrust, making her run her nails down his chest, leaving an angry red mark from his chest to his lower belly.

Emma leans forward, her breasts touching his chest lightly, lips touching his jaw when she takes his hands and pin them above his head.

"Trust me now, daddy," she whispers, licking the shell of his ear and reveling in the way a shiver runs through his body. She raises her hips up and slams them against his over and over again, feeling his cock throb each time her pussy envelopes him tightly.

And Emma rides him, sinking herself deeper every time she slams her hips against his, kissing his lips eagerly. She sits straight, releasing his hands, and he instantly has his hands full with her breasts, massaging them, pulling her nipples and squeezing the supple flesh. He sits up and takes one into his mouth, nibbling the puckered nipple gently before giving the same attention to her other breast.

He thrusts up in time with each downward motion of her hips, filling her to the hilt, reaching that sweet spot that makes stars form behind her closed lids. She touches his forehead with hers, her hot breath washing over his lips, making him gasp when she nips hard at his bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood forces him to open his eyes to find her with such intense desire displayed in her eyes he couldn't help but hold her waist firmly, shifting their bodies, and pushing her back against her fluffy towel, putting her legs over his shoulders and pounding her with everything in him.

She cries out with each hard push of his big cock inside her, whimpering when the smell of sex reaches her nostrils and the rough sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the empty space surrounding them like the most perfect music in the world.

David leans forward, changing the angle of his thrusts, reaching deeper. Her pussy grips him tighter every time he drives inside her. His right thumb reaches for her clit, rubbing it in quick circles. And she speaks, says things he'd rather keep to themselves, tells him about wet dreams plaguing her nights and lonely evening spent with her hands between her legs when she wanted his cock filling her and his mouth driving her mad. She makes him smile and his cock pulses inside her when she tells no one fucks her like he does.

She whimpers, begging him to fuck her hard and faster. David complies, burying his cock deeper, and when he pinches her clit gently, begging her to come for him, Emma screams, his name slipping easily between her lips when her quivering legs feel like jelly.

David thrusts inside her a handful of times, coming when she clamps his cock hard enough to make his mind go completely blank.

They are panting, trying to catch their breaths, kissing lazily, David riding out the remnant of his release when Snow's voice reaches them.

"I'm home!"

They have little time to react. Emma picks up her bikini and tosses his trunks and they both jump inside the pool. He helps her to tie her bikini and she has to dive to see if he's put it on correctly.

When Snow emerges from the kitchen carrying two trays with delicious food and great salad, they are still panting, leaning on the edge of the pool and grinning like two idiots.

"What were you guys, doing?"

Having fantastic sex, darling! David thinks, wishing he could tell her the truth, but not really caring about her lack of knowledge about him and Emma.

"Swimming competition," he begins, smiling up at his wife when she beams at him, happy to see them having fun after so many years of problems being tossed their way almost nonstop.

"Nice, who's the winner?"

"We are!" Emma replies and looks knowingly at him when her mother turns her back for a moment.

"Yes, love, we both are," he agrees and adds with a smile. "When it comes to us, no one can lose, right?" Snow looks at them with joy in her eyes, acquiescing. She checks out the table and tells them she's just going to pick up some glasses and the lemon juice for their lunch.

When she gets back inside, Emma's hand slips inside his trunks to find him half-hard.

"You're insatiable," she smirks, running her hand up and down his cock a few times before Snow's back. She can't get enough of him.

"For you, always," he agrees, grabbing her ass and squeezing it hard enough to leave the stamp of his finger in her flesh.

"I think it's time to use that spell I told you about," she whispers when Snow comes to view once more.

"And you were saying I am insatiable," he grins when she waves a hand and freezes her mother in place.

"I'm always hungry for you, dad, but let's eat first, I'm famished. Then I take care of mom and we'll have the whole afternoon for ourselves."

She waves her hand again and Snow is back serving the food and talking animatedly like nothing has happened. They eat and talk and laugh for a while. Snow cleans everything up and comes to spend the rest of the afternoon with her family, sitting by the pool with a book in her hand and hideous sunglasses covering her eyes, when Emma waves a hand and she is asleep in the next second.

Another wave of her hand and a thick white cloud surrounds Snow and she's safely resting in her bed hours later when Emma's husky voice echoes in the backyard when she screams over and over again each time her father makes her come.


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