Title: Amber By the Pool
Status: Incomplete
Characters: Anon, Amber
Rating: NSFW(?)
Classification: Series(?)
Author: examanon
Summary: Anon lusts after his daughter, Amber.

>"Dad, are you staring at my boobs right now?"
>"Uh, it's just uh... They're bigger than I thought?"
>that probably wasn't the right thing to say
>but he couldn't help it
>the day's been all kinds of fucked up
>it all started in the morning, with an energetic Amber waking Anon by making a ruckus through the house
>it was her birthday, you see
>the eighteenth
>and oh boy was she excited about it
>Anon suspected the little ptero spent the whole night awake, counting the minutes till 6 AM
>inverse to his daughter's excitement, he loathed the coming of this day for many a year
>as it was their agreement, from this day forward, Amber could partake in vices usually reserved for adults
>she would have no curfew
>at family gatherings, she would be permitted to have ONE beer
>she would be permitted to go to a concert with friends
>she would be permitted to sleep at a friend's place, without first consulting Anon or Lucy about it
>even if it was at a boyfriend's house
>so long as her grades were all good, of course
>still, Anon hated the idea of letting his little girl participate in all that debauchery
>he had to accept it, though, cause being the asshole restricting father would probably only cause strife
>hearing Amber waltz around the house announcing in that singsong voice of hers that "she's a big girl now" was enough to show how important this was to her
>and sure, pushing the limits and tasting their freedom should be an important part of any young adult's life
>but to Anon, it always felt like Amber had an unnatural interest in whatever it was they forbade her to do
>tell her she's only allowed to go into the water with swimming aids on?
>you could be damn certain she'd find a way to "accidentally" deflate them, or to go into the deep end of the pool
>because she knew she shouldn't, but nonetheless she could
>she was a rebel, through and through
>oh she's always accepted the punishment afterwards
>she knew she did something she shouldn't have, and owned up to it
>she didn't put up a fight to try and prove the contrary
>she's never even tried to lie her way out of anything, despite children's innate fear of getting into trouble
>Anon could respect this side of her
>whenever Amber wasn't an oh so familiar punk ptero, she was this goody-two-shoes proper little lady
>so these occurrences never strained their relationship or anything
>they were as close as father and daughter could be
>and as such, Anon wasn't at all prepared for what doom that day would spell out for him

>immediately utilizing her new freedoms, Amber was to spend the evening going to a concert with her girlfriends, and then spend the night at one of theirs' too
>naturally, both Anon and Lucy suspected that boys would be involved
>regardless, they promised Amber that they'd trust her, and wouldn't call even once
>a combination of letting her mature and something of a birthday gift
>surprisingly, it was Amber herself who called a couple of times, giving short status reports
>before the concert
>after it
>and one final time as they've arrived at her girlfriend's house
>with that Anon thought it'd be over, and he'd see Amber the next morning
>or in the afternoon, maybe
>she was a heavy sleeper, just like her mother
>especially after a night of partying
>and so, a little on edge maybe, Anon went to bed
>he had just slipped off his cozy slippers, about to shut the lights off
>but then, another call came
>naturally, he got anxious
>worried
>did something go wrong?
>did they get into a fight?
>would Amber need a lift?
>"Hello?"
>"Umm..."
>the voice on the other end clearly wasn't Amber's
>from the background he could hear several girlish giggles and elongated omahgawd's
>"Mr. Mous, umm... W-What is your dick like?"
>another chorus of laughter
>then the call ended
>thoroughly weirded out, Anon put the phone down
>"Who was that?"
>the question came from the other side of the bed, from Lucy
>"Uh, just a prank call, I think?"
>"Mhm... Kids these days..."
>"Y-Yeah, haha!"
>he took one last look at the device, then got into bed proper
>it was Amber's number, and they were looking directly for him
>was this like a dare or something?
>a bunch of girls huddled together discussing boys, no wonder the topic of, uh, male reproductive organs would come up
>in fact Anon felt a little proud, knowing that they'd think of him of all people during a conversation like that
>not that, of course, he'd consider having sex with any of those girls
>but it was nice to know he still "got it"

>later that night, Anon woke to the mechanic buzzing of his phone on the nightstand
>another call
>another call from Amber
>he sighed, obviously unhappy for being subjected to the prank calls
>he really had hoped the girls would settle down at around midnight
>it was then 2 AM
>no rest for the wicked
>carefully he left the room, not wanting to disturb his wife
>out in the kitchen, he answered the call
>"Ugh... Hello?"
>he punctuated the sentence with a yawn
>"M-Mr. Mous?"
>well, it certainly wasn't Amber
>again
>it sounded kinda like the girl from before, whatever little he remembered of her voice
>this time around, however, she sounded distressed
>that fact alone made Anon more awake, his guts twisting up
>did something happen to his precious Amber?
>"Y-Yes?"
>"Ummmm..."
>indistinct clatter took over, and several muffled voices joined the fray
>he couldn't make out anything from what they were saying
>but it was obvious
>something happened
>this was no prank call
>"...Fine, fine, I'll tell him..."
>that was the first full sentence he could make out as the girl on the other end put the phone to her mouth again
>"S-So... The thing is... Amber had kinda, um, too much to drink, and..."
>"Is she okay?"
>he couldn't mask the worry from his voice
>probably not even if he wanted to
>"Yyyyeahhh, she's um... Could you just come get her?"
>go get her he did
>albeit clearly slurring her words, luckily the girl on the phone wasn't drunk enough not to know the address
>it was just a couple blocks away in the suburbs, well within walking distance
>Anon contemplated taking the car, in the end deciding against it
>for one thing, he didn't want to risk waking Lucy
>if Amber got into trouble, maybe he could smooth things over without the wife's involvement
>a walk in the cold night air could also help clear Amber's head a little, if all that happened was that she got drunk
>he could easily carry her, if the worst came to pass
>or they'd just spend the night on the curb or in a park
>hell, he was young once too
>as such he told the girl he'd be there in twenty, took two bottles of water from the fridge, and left
>the fact that he could see no fire spreading to the sky, and heard no police sirens calmed him tremendously

>the sight that welcomed him wasn't so calming, however
>in the small yard in front of the house, people were circling a lone figure, sitting on the grass and crying
>adult people too
>at first he thought the one in the center to be Amber
>but no, it was some other girl, apparently
>"What happened here?"
>he asked as soon as he got within a few meters from the crowd
>heads turned his way, and a few parents singled out to meet him
>they were mostly vaguely familiar to him, people he's seen at school events and stuff
>except for one parasaur
>one he wished he didn't know
>"Oh my, Anon! Thank Raptor Jesus you're here!"
>"Naomi? What's going on? Where's Amber?"
>"She's..."
>another dino interrupted their talk
>it was a clearly angry male allosaurus
>he grabbed into Anon's haphazardly put-on jacket, pulling him aside
>"That little menace almost blinded my daughter!"
>"W-What?"
>he couldn't believe what he was hearing
>Amber
>blinding someone?
>this must be some kind of misunderstanding
>his daughter could never...
>Anon took another look at the girl sitting on the ground
>she was sporting a black eye, clear as day
>did Amber... do this?
>"That's it, I'm calling the police!"
>"Woah, woah! N-Nah! No need for that! I'm uh, sure she didn't mean it!"
>"She must have had a little too much to drink and... Haha! I mean, you only have your eighteenth birthday once, am I right?"
>the guy didn't seem convinced at all
>"Look I'll just... I'll talk to her, and we'll get out of your hair. So where is she?"
>"She's in the back. By the pool."
>it was one of the younger girls that answered
>Anon looked back at the allosaurus, still fuming with ill intent
>with a rigid nod, the dino gave him the go-ahead

>leaving the crowd behind to tend to the injured girl, with conflicted feelings, Anon rounded the building
>it was still dark outside, his only guidance were the stylish blue garden lights dotted around the dewy grass
>the silence of the night settled over him, leaving him alone with his thoughts
>he found it very hard to accept the situation
>Amber was no angel, sure, but to really hurt someone?
>he was eager to hear her explanation
>there was just something plainly wrong with this picture
>could this be on the other girls, putting up a play?
>all of it could have been a he-said she-said sorta deal, where they all turned on her
>he knew firsthand just how cruel teenagers could be
>no matter
>he'll find Amber, and he'll learn the truth
>and with that, Anon hoped, it would all go away
>he really, REALLY, did not want his wife to hear about any of this
>it's not that he was afraid of Lucy or anything, or that he didn't trust her judgment
>it's just that he, shameful as it might have been to admit, these past few years put Amber's needs above Lucy's
>he wasn't even sure why
>of course he would put the needs and well-being of his daughter above his own
>but Lucy was still the love of his life
>he promised that she always would be
>cutting his musings short, the pool he's been told about came into view
>the water in it must have been heated, smoke-like vapor rising from it in the cold air
>lit up from inside, the waves on the surface were glistening in all colors of the rainbow in a mesmerizing dance
>and the at origin of the waves, was Amber
>she was sitting on the far edge of the pool, treading water with her bare legs
>she probably didn't hear nor see his father, too preoccupied with watching the colorful spectacle
>not that Anon could tell from this distance - he was still on the other side of the pool - but she seemed okay
>her silvery hair, usually up in a neat bun, was let loose, shadowing parts of her face
>but there was no black eye, no other sign of injury
>her face, her hair, her clothes, they all seemed fine
>they looked immaculate, in fact
>much like her mother her age, and definitely appropriate for going to a concert, Amber wore an all-black punk getup
>or maybe it was a goth one
>alien as he was to fashion, Anon never actually learned the difference
>anyhow, that was part of the reason why he'd always been wary of boys approaching his daughter
>she was hilariously attractive
>obviously taken after her mother
>Anon used to have all sorts of worries that maybe his human genes would stunt Amber's growth, or that she's be disabled some other way, lose her hair or her feathers perhaps
>thankfully, none of that seemed to be the case
>quite the opposite, Amber had everything Lucy had going for her, and then some more
>realizing the pointlessness of this particular train of thought, Anon stopped idling

>"Hey Munchkin!"
>he approached Amber calm as he could
>she wasn't as startled as Anon thought she would be
>maybe she did notice him after all
>he sat down next to her, dangling his legs into the lukewarm water in solidarity
>slippers and pajama-pants and all
>"You okay?"
>finally the thrashing of her legs subsided, accompanied by a sigh
>"Hi, Dad. I'm... Sorry."
>shamefully hanging her head, she avoided Anon's gaze
>"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble. Again."
>he put his arm over Amber's shoulders, trying to assure her it was okay
>"That's... It doesn't matter. I'm here now, okay? So tell me, are you all right?"
>touched by her father's concern, Amber fidgeted around
>unknown to him, she was honestly quite embarrassed whenever her dear dad had to ride in and save the day
>that's why she wanted to make it as little hassle as possible, fine with accepting any kind of punishment
>like usual
>sometimes she hated how good of a father Anon was
>sure, she loved the attention he gave her
>she loved the time they spent together
>she loved the jokes they shared, the experiences they've made together
>sometimes she wondered, could Anon be the reason why she wasn't interested in boys?
>it was like, who could ever compare to HIM?
>but
>at least with her mother, Amber could fight
>not that she liked doing it
>yet at times like that, at least she didn't feel smothered by parental love
>of course, she knew her parents loved her
>they loved her very much
>but with her father, Amber often felt like he wanted to make everything too perfect for her
>afraid of letting her live her own life, to take her own risks
>except that wasn't true either, or else this whole stupid party couldn't have happened
>she just felt trapped
>as if there was some barrier she had to punch through
>all the while knowing there actually wasn't
>maybe that's why she acted the way she did, always pushing the limits
>just once she wanted Anon to give her a hard time about... anything
>maybe that's why she acted like she was drunk too, puching that girl
>true, that bitch provoked her by talking mad shit
>but she could have let it go
>she could have walked away
>and yet she didn't
>maybe that's why she left her phone there too
>because she knew they'd call her oh so perfect daddy
>and he'd come, and finally he'd see she's not the perfect little girl he thinks she is
>at the same time, however, Amber felt terrible for wanting to hurt Anon
>when all he ever did was love her and care for her
>even now, all he wanted to know was that she was okay
>sighing again, she forced out an answer
>"...I'm fine."
>"Are you?"
>how fast her father's reply came infuriated Amber
>it was as if he could see right through her, even now
>that he could handle the situation and calm her, and save her, and be just the bestest of best dads, and she would be the bestest of best daughters, and they would go home to live their bestest of best lives
>maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something else
>but she could feel something inside her snap

>Anon was truly horrified
>he had no idea what he was doing
>talking to girls was hard
>talking to teenage girls was harder
>talking to upset teenage girls was even harder than that
>and talking to possibly drunk upset teenage girls was practically impossible
>he was really out of his element
>so when Amber turned to him, with a growl and a glare, he just didn't know how to respond
>it was only then that he saw it too
>what he earlier thought to be shadows on Amber's face were actually streaks left by her heavy black mascara, running wild on her face
>it was clear to him now, Amber had been crying
>the vapor in the air probably didn't help the case either
>it was...
>kinda hot?
>a thought he very quickly banished from his mind
>"SHUT UP DAD!"
>"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"
>he was taken aback by the sheer force of his daughter's words
>meekly, he removed his hand from her shoulders
>he wanted to say, to do something
>but he didn't know what

>it was soooo satisfying to see her father's reaction
>finally
>finally
>he had nothing to say
>finally
>Amber could feel like she actually had a say in the matter
>...whatever the matter was. she kinda lost focus on that
>anyway
>what mattered was that she was heard
>for the first time in... FOREVER... she felt like an equal
>like a person
>like someone more than "a daughter"
>she didn't want to be pampered
>she didn't want it to be all right
>she didn't want it to be even remotely okay
>tonight, she wanted it to be bad
>she wanted it to be so bad that when tomorrow came, and the next week, and the week after that, and even through the years far into the future...
>she wanted people to always remember, SHE did this.
>and for that, she knew she had to do something big
>something bold and crazy, something that no adult would do
>something that couldn't be taken back, dismissed or corrected
>Amber knew, for her fire to truly ignite, she would have to do something
>really
>really
>bad.
>...
>and besides
>she WAS single...

>Anon watched Amber's expression as it gradually changed from furious to defiant, and eventually, calm
>he thought whatever came over his daughter, the drunken spell she was under, would end with that
>little did he know, his troubles were FAR from over
>Amber looked up at her father
>her eyes were serious, but on her messy face a wide, mischievous smile blossomed
>any other day, she could have also said that she looked up TO him
>and in a way, even that night it was true
>all she wanted to be was Anon's true equal
>she wanted to do something with her father that people of equal status do
>and she had a very peculiar idea about it, too.
>pulling her legs from the warm water of the pool, Amber sat on her knees, raising upwards until she was face to face with her father
>and she didn't break eye contact for even a second
>there was a strange, curious feeling stirring in her gut, an alien and bothering one that didn't let her look away
>because she was afraid that she'd chicken out of she did
>and even more strangely, what she was truly afraid of was herself
>not for doing any of this, but for fearing rejection
>rejection of something that she should be doing in the first place, and yet still something she wanted to happen now so, so badly
>all that talk about rebelling and freedoms, it shrank in comparison to the burning, smothering sensations she felt looking at Anon
>not even the cold night air that made her shiver and made her wet clothes stick to her body could quell this fire
>if anything, it only made her that much more aware of where she was and what she was about to do
>she was ashamed to admit it to herself, yet as a lie she couldn't deny for any longer came crushing down the realization
>it was her eighteenth birthday that day
>and she wanted her father to make her into a woman.

>as if under a spell himself, Anon stared at his daughter, blankly, like someone refusing to believe what they're seeing
>eyes he looked into a thousand... no, a million times over the years
>eyes he saw being happy, being sad, he saw them stressed before a big test, or fearing a needle at the doctor's office
>but he never saw them the way they looked at him then
>he understood the look
>and he was horrified by it
>still, they weren't a stranger's eyes - far from it
>those brilliant, beautiful eyes belonged to the person, Anon had to admit, he cared for the most on the whole planet
>he felt frozen up as the eyes, the face, the lips of his daughter moved closer to him
>fortunately, his moment of weakness lasted but for a moment before his reflexes kicked in
>janking his body away at the very last second, the soft lips - originally aimed at his lips - missed their target
>and instead landed on his neck
>at the same time he felt Amber's hands gripping into his jacket on both sides, making it impossible to push her away
>and the onslaught had only begun
>the sensation of a snout nuzzling against him felt frighteningly familiar, almost a carbon copy of a certain other snout Anon knew intimately
>he felt seriously fucked-up awkward for having made that observation
>fighting the weight of Amber's body as she tried to get closer and closer to him, Anon pulled away as far as he could
>not an easy thing to do with those needy arms wrapping him into a hug
>tighter
>and tighter
>all the while a chain of light kisses on his neck assaulted his senses
>it was bad
>he had to do something
>"A-Amber, you're uh, drunk... A-And confused... A-An-And--"
>"No daddy, I'm not."

>she felt a little bad that the kiss didn't work, but then again she knew there would be some resistance
>Anon was a good guy
>that's why she wanted him
>him, HIM
>and nobody else
>not then
>and she knew that it wouldn't be any different, came tomorrow
>or the next week, or the week after that
>or through the years that would follow
>she wanted something that couldn't be taken back, and now she's got it
>not in the way she meant it, but got it she did nonetheless
>oh boy, had she got it bad
>Amber nuzzled into her father's neck, taking in his scent
>a second later the shivers returned, running across her body and ruffling up the feathers on her wings
>although this time it wasn't due to the cold air
>in fact, she felt - and she wanted to feel - nothing else but the burly man body slowly intertwining with hers
>all that speculation through her teenage years if she was actually attracted to Anon or if it was just a silly thing she'd grow out of
>well, now it was clear as day
>Amber could feel a hungry fire ignite inside of her
>her heart was beating like crazy
>her stomach felt both full and empty at the same time
>and oh, between her legs
>now that was something else too
>her clothes, normally comfortably tight, felt constricting now
>she knew that she would need to do something to overcome her father's better nature, and do it quickly
>softly, she carted cooing into his ear, letting all the moaning and panting flow freely that she'd been diligently drowning out till now
>at the same time, she grabbed one of Anon's wrists, admiring all the muscles as she lifted the hand towards her chest
>to her surprise, while her daddy did try to slow her movements down, it was ALL that he did
>and in the end, not even that

>it was a nightmare
>it had to be
>the world shrunk around Anon, blackness absorbing all that wasn't him
>the house behind, the garden he was in
>it seemed to almost swallow up the pool too, to erase its existence from the human's world - were it not for the vapor that relentlessly rose from the then still water
>the moisture collected on his skin, making him shudder and giving him goosebumps
>he felt as if he was choking, impossible to think
>the darkness crawled up on his body like tentacles, grabbing into his clothes and latching onto his skin
>out of them, another figure emerged, becoming part of his newly formed little reality
>Fang --no, Amber
>refuse and reject it, call it a nightmare all he wished, he knew
>it was his daughter, his little girl whose body pushed against his, whose hands were clutching onto him
>it was her whispering sweet, dirty nothings into his ear, things that no daughter should say to no father
>and yet he couldn't help but imagine those things
>he couldn't help but see, to conjure up these horrible exciting images inside his mind
>a man, sitting on a couch. her wife is in the gardens, tending to the roses. a young girl between his legs, her head bobbing up and down as the petals fall.
>the writhing bodies of man and pterodactyl, sweaty, exhausted, lusting, loving, ashamed. a white flash, bodies arching, and then they become one.
>a pale, scaly chest rising up and down, heaving excitedly and making the bare breasts on top jiggle in a playful rhythm; sticky, white, gooey strands and droplets slowly crawling their way down the mounds oh so more perfect than their older counterparts.
>and more, so much more...
>it was soon becoming impossible to remove himself from these visions, to draw the line between fantasy and reality
>to draw the line between fantasy... and need
>he felt his chest rise and drop with heavy breaths, his already glistening skin becoming slick with sweat, a warmth inside of him that could only be rivaled by the warmth of the body upon his
>and when Amber - the girl both of his reality and his fantasies, embodiment of his fight with the vices - took his hand, he could only barely resist

>excitement, like electricity shot across her body as the man's palm pushed against her bosom
>it was happening
>really, really happening
>a million thoughts ran amok in Amber's head, fleeting, scattering - pieces that could form up to a whole yet being impossible to grasp by themselves
>mind and body ablaze with primal, carnal urges, she gave herself over to the feeling
>gentler than before, she took her father's idle hand, positioning it over her other breast
>she leaned forward, slowly, shifting her weight over to feel the support of her partner
>there was no need to be brutish any longer
>the conquest of paradise has been done
>but there was no stopping either, desire outpacing the need to be afraid
>she wanted, she needed something more
>a guarantee - acceptance, a partner in sin
>even through the haze of lust and emotion, Amber understood that it was all dancing on the edge of a knife
>all it would take was the right push, and...
>she pulled back again, as far as she dared, looking Anon in the eye once more
>there was confusion on the man's face, fear
>but there was curiosity too, and the same willingness, that barely contained thirst Amber felt as well
>her breathing was uneven now, barely more than wild, raspy little moans, forming small clouds in the cold air as she exhaled
>the pressure building up inside her was terrible
>she wanted to talk, but couldn't find the words
>it was her moment, her big now-or-never
>and it was slipping away from her
>if she let it, maybe this could all become one more little misstep, a hazy mistake to be forgotten
>but she couldn't have that
>and although she was no saint, she was no slut either
>it was one thing too, to whisper those dirty things into Anon's ear before, she was expecting to be rejected then
>but to look him in the eye, and use one of THOSE words? to say aloud that she wanted him to... do THAT to her?
>and yet she knew she had to, there was no other way
>"D-Daddy... I..."
>she forced the words out midst needy whines, freezing up again after that
>her insides were burning up like crazy, chest feeling almost painfully tight
>in her stomach and in between her legs, the longer she went without release the worse the heat became
>the beat of her heart, Amber could swear was loud enough for her father to hear
>and so where words failed, the body acted

>mutely, Anon allowed her daughter to climb into his lap, straddling him the way only one other has done before
>he couldn't say why he let it happen - any of it
>it was a twisted, intrusive, disturbing yearning that he felt, the need to have something he really, really shouldn't want
>but he did.
>he saw the way Amber struggled with the reality of the situation, meaning that she was truly serious about all of this
>at least as serious as he was, too
>the man knew very well that he should have used the opportunity to let Amber down, to end this charade before it could escalate into something neither of them could ever take back
>maybe, he thought, if it all ended right then and there, they could still act like it didn't happen
>but the reality was, he was afraid that if he did, he would miss this chance
>Anon knew it was wrong, terrifyingly wrong for him to want... his daughter
>but he did.
>and he also knew how easily this could all turn into a disaster
>they were very much in public, after all
>the sole solace he had was letting Amber take the lead
>because if it was her who seduced him, at least he knew he wasn't the one forcing himself onto... his daughter
>a slight difference to an otherwise abhorrent situation
>like stepping into a big pile of shit, versus stepping into a big pile of shit with a branch of rosemary on top of it
>still, as his hands wrapped those slender hips, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer
>it was all or nothing, now
>all it would take was one thing, a guarantee, and he knew he would throw all reason to the wind
>he wouldn't simply let this atrocity happen, he would help it happen
>he would make it happen

>Amber could feel the change in her father's mood
>whereas she had to get him to touch her before, now those same hands grabbed her hips all on their own
>his breaths, too, became heavy, forcibly restrained - just like hers
>and although it was a sensation she's never felt before, Amber could guess just what was poking at her thighs down there...
>there was no room, no need any longer to think about what she was getting into
>she wanted it
>he wanted it
>it was going to happen
>she pressed her body against her father's, hugging him the way they've done an innumerable times over the years
>this time, however, there wasn't even a pretense of innocence involved
>she wanted to feel his body - her lover's body - close to hers
>she wanted to feel the Anon's strength, both to know in her heart that he could protect her the way he's always done, but also to fuel the lustful images permeating her mind, to imagine how easily he could overpower her, to have her in ways she would never dare ask for
>she wanted to feel a man
>grinding herself against her father's crotch, she let thoughtless actions take the lead
>the sensation wasn't altogether alien to Amber, she has, of course, explored her own body like any teen would
>but doing it together with someone else, enjoying this kind of intimate touch, it was immensely erotic
>she could tell Anon had experience
>the way his hand slipped onto her lower back, just high enough for his thumb to brush against the base of her wings...
>the firm, just rough enough hold on her as he held her upright while getting in rhythm with her movements...
>Amber knew she was in good hands
>and for that, she wanted to be good too
>a good little girl, for Daddy
>her head that's been buried below Anon's chin now moved upward, lips tracing along the man's skin until they all but reached his face
>there, she pulled back for a second, feeling the man's hot breath on her snout
>she wanted to go in for a kiss, but she didn't quite know how
>she knew, generally, how it should be done
>and of course, she had seen her parents kiss before
>but it would be her first, and she didn't want to be clumsy
>she placed a hand on her father's cheek, slowly guiding the two of them closer
>the moment their lips touched, she wanted, almost instinctively, to pull away
>their first unison was little more than a short peck, an experiment
>the second time, lips sealing, was different
>passionate
>needy
>a lovers' kiss

>panic raced through the man's mind - the parts he could still control, anyhow
>it happened
>what he hoped would not happen
>what he hoped would very much happen
>holding his daughter in his arms, interlocked in a kiss, Anon could feel the very last of his resistance slipping away
>there wasn't a chance he could turn this around now, to even pretend he didn't want this
>that he didn't enjoy the feeling, that he didn't take pleasure in reliving the passion he thought was forever more taken from his life
>it was true
>making love between adults was very different from teenage fervor
>not devoid of emotion, but routine nevertheless
>a lot more "it's been a long day today, could you be on top?", and a lot less "I'll ride you till morning"
>the way Amber's body shivered when he touched her in all the right little places, the way she moaned into the kiss as their tongues battled, it reminded the man of what love once felt like
>the taboo of it all excited him now too, for reasons he couldn't quite name just then
>their kiss lasted long, leaving both of them gasping for air by the end
>tastes of man and dino mixing in their mouths, all they could do was stare at one another
>Anon swallowed hard, trying to find the words - any words - to speak
>something poetic
>something reassuring
>something frisky
>a dad joke, even
>but all he could do was pull Amber into another kiss, feeling like he could never get enough of these new-old tingles
>to his surprise and great horror, she pulled away this time
>"Geez lemme-- Haahhh- Breathe!"
>oh, he was getting too greedy...
>in silence, they looked at each other for a few seconds
>Anon saw the same excitement, the same wanting more in his daughter's eyes that he felt too
>for the first time that night, he allowed himself a smile - a true, genuine one
>Amber smiled back at him, like so many times before
>"You're a mess, Dad."
>he didn't understand what she meant at first
>it was a messy situation they were in indeed
>he followed with his eye as Amber placed one of her thumbs on his face, sliding it downward in a rubbing motion
>the man didn't understand what was happening, not until she pulled her hand back, showing to Anon some sort of black substance on the end of her finger
>it only took a second for him to connect the dots
>during their hefty makeout session, they've successfully smeared Amber's runny black mascara all over her father's face
>he shrugged, and they laughed
>it was a father-daughter moment the likes of which they shared a great many before... other than the bits that were very, very different than anything they'fe had before in their entire lives
>this realization caught up to them, too, hands suddenly feeling restless and awkward as they gripped the other's body
>suddenly, it dawned on them how different their relationship would be from there on

>Amber looked away, for only a second, brushing a stray lock of her hair out of her face
>then, she opened her mouth to speak, voice much softer than before
>"Daddy, uhm, I want to... I want to touch you... T-There..."
>she punctuated the sentence with another, shy little peck on her father's lips
>there it was, she said it
>she said it out loud
>a moment passed, both of them truly, decisively, finally coming to terms with what was happening
>with what they wanted to happen
>tense, Amber watched her father's face
>his nod was barely perceptible
>"Okay"
>"THERE YOU GUYS ARE!"
>the shrill, annoying, impossible to mistake voice of a peach-colored monstrosity echoed through the air
>and just like that, their time was up
>sheer terror struck daughter and father alike, eyes widening as Naomi appeared out of the dark of the night
>she stood behind Anon's back, looking down at them
>which was rather fortunate, because his face could reveal a whole lot more information than she needed to know
>another happy little accident was that Anon stayed at the edge of the pool where he originally sat, which meant the light was coming from behind them, hiding in shadows where exactly their hands were
>"Is everything alright over here? Do you need any help getting home?"
>Naomi drowned them in a torrent of ever-so-helpful questions, seemingly oblivious to the lewd act she happened upon
>Amber glanced at her father, stealthily, trying to raise as little suspicion in her aunt that she just could
>she saw that Anon was frozen up, unable to speak or do anything else
>"W-We're okay, Auntie Naomi. C-Could you, um, give us a minute?"
>"Oh of course, how rude of me to barge in like this, haha! I was just sooo worried--"
>"It's fine. We're fine. Just... A little privacy, please?"
>"Of course, of course, Amber honey! I'm not even here!"
>with that, Naomi took one last rather curious glance at the duo by the pool, her eyes darting back and fro, trying to collect all the little pieces of information for later analysis
>but soon, she walked away, leaving father and daughter to deal with the situation

>naturally, there was no continuing what they started
>they considered themselves lucky enough that Naomi arrived when she did, not half a minute later
>who knows what kinda disaster could have happened then?
>still, even after he washed his face clean and they said awkward farewells to all the other guests and angry adults, Anon could barely hide his panic
>as soon as he felt they were out of earshot and in the clear, he whispered to Amber
>"She saw us."
>"No she didn't. We didn't do anything."
>"You were... On top of me. She saw THAT."
>"I was in your lap, and that's all. She didn't know what she saw."
>"...I wouldn't be so sure."
>Amber didn't answer
>of course, she didn't know Naomi the way Anon did
>in unanimous agreement with his wife, they never did their daughter tell the true story behind how they got together, not any of it
>looking back over his shoulder, under the flickering halo of the streetlights, Anon could swear he could still see that paralophosaurus menace looking at them, accusatory glares drilling holes through him
>it was a serious, scandalous, potentially disastrous thing that they did
>it could ruin their whole lives, even though they technically got off light as a feather - compared to what could have been
>but the worst part was, the truly worst part...
>he knew very well the way Amber and here were holding hands just then...
>it wasn't between daughter and father