“Who was that?”

“Friend of mine,” Pater said, tapping the phone a few times as his daughter ground her pussy against his cock. “Hey, hon, you mind if I do this while you enjoy yourself?”

“Mmm, no problem here. I don’t know where all this energy came from, but – mmph. It’s nice…”

He smiled; for all that Eve had been pushed time and time again to put all those soccer games and swim matches aside for something more ‘girly,’ she never had. Even now, looking past the phone as his daughter spread her legs wide, talons gripping the edges of the mattress as she positioned his cock under her pussy, she was showing off muscles that most men would be jealous of. She’d earned each and every one, and she showed them off like a pro as she worked her pussy against his dick.

It did a man good to see his daughter so fit.

“Mmmph…heh. You keep it tight.”

“You taught me to keep – mmmph – muscle control at all times.”

“Yeah…mmm…you’re going to make a man happy one day, hon. Or a girl. Or someone, anyway.”

“Heh, I’ll sure try. Come on, just get the phone thing done so we can get back to having fun.”

“Right, right. Sorry. Can’t help staring at how beautiful you’ve gotten.”

“Come on, daaaad. Don’t make me blush.”

He smiled. She deserved the little bit of embarrassment and the compliments. Even though she was shorter and thinner than he was – she favored her mother slightly in the face and shoulders – she had the conditioning of a real athlete. All those times that he’d taken her to practice and gone to her games…they were fainter these days, since she had moved on to taking herself there, and he didn’t have time to go to every game anymore, but he still remembered them fondly.

“Mmmph…”

Right. The phone and the thing going on with that. He pulled it up, struggling not to look over the top as Eve kept bouncing on his dick. Every soft, sucking up and down movement made him want to put the phone back down – this couldn’t be that important, right? – but he still remembered Ulti saying that it was. And he had to admit, he’d been stuck here for…how long?

Yeah, if I can’t remember how long, that’s probably a thing.

Even then, the soft squelch, squelch, moan of his baby girl bouncing up and down on his cock made it real hard to focus. He huffed, grunting, groaning as he worked through the texts, finding the survey link and zipping off to it. There were only a few questions, a 1-5 rating question, and –

Silence.

All of a sudden he went completely limp, slumping back on the bed. Eve flopped forward with a yelp, the two of them going from lazily happy to utterly exhausted. He could feel his daughter’s heartbeat against his chest, and his own had to be going several miles a minute from how hard it was pounding away.

What…how…

He was so tired he couldn’t think of anything but trying to catch his breath. Each huff and puff was an effort, forcing him to put all his attention on that. The vaguely spasming, clenching feelings around his dick were background, almost forgettable with everything else going on. He just focused on taking in one breath after another. In, out, in, out, his chest rising and falling as Eve did the same thing, her breasts pushing against him and –

Breasts.

Pussy.

His cock, in her pussy.

“D-dad?”

“…Yeah?”

“Did we just…”

“…Yeah.”

“…Oh god.”

“…Yeaaaaaah.”

It took him a full half hour before he could move his arms again. As soon as he could, he wrapped them around Eve and pulled her close. The slight motion was enough for his dick – softer than it had been in hours – to finally pop free. They both hissed at that, and he wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or not from how…intense that little pop was. It felt almost like she was trying to keep him inside or something like that.

He decided it was a better idea not to think about that too much.

“Eve?”

“Mmm?”

“You want me to take you to your room?”

“Yeah, uh…for a bit. I – I don’t think I can walk.”

“Okay.”

For the first time in a long time, the big bird was thankful for all the gym work that he’d put in, and still did. Even with all the muscles that he’d built up over the years, he still struggled to get his legs under him, and actually carrying Eve was harder than he expected. She wasn’t heavy, but every muscle in his body wanted to give out. He could barely stand, let alone carry someone.

But he was a dad. Dads were supposed to do the right things.

He carried her through the house to the guest bedroom. When he laid her down, she grunted, a small splatter of his cum oozing out of her. He chuckled despite himself.

“Hey, you gotta load the squirt gun before squirting something. That’s why you missed.”

“Dad, that was lame, even for you, heh…”

“I know.”

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“…Don’t tell mom.”

“…No problem.”

Pater kissed her forehead, managing to drag a blanket over her for a hint of modesty with a shaky hand, then left the room. He managed two steps before slumping against the wall with a loud thump.

“Dad?!”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just…tired. Gonna…gonna go get a shower.”

“Okay. Just…be careful.”

“I will. Don’t worry.”

Grinding his shoulder against the wall for balance, the black bird made his way down the hall and into the bathroom. He managed to get to the tub, sat down in it, and turned the hot water on. That was as much as he had in him; after that, he slumped back and let the shower just rain on him, washing away the day’s slime and cum and – oh, god, who knew how much other stuff had soaked into his feathers from the static.

…Well, should have seen that coming, he thought, staring at the insides of his eyelids. All the things that happened with me, Maria, and Ulti, and I didn’t take it seriously when it happened with Eve.

He wondered what she’d think after this. Hell, he wondered how he was still as calm as he was about it. Maybe it was exhaustion. Or shock. Who knew? He was too tired to sort through that right now, and as long as his girl was okay, he wasn’t going to push it until he could actually stand up again.

“Daaaaad?” Eve called from the guest room.

“What?” he groaned.

“…Would it be funny if I asked for a drink of water?”

“Eve, I’ll try if you really want me to, but best I can do is water out of the hose.”

“I thought that all you old guys bragged about that! Shouldn’t I be imitating you?”

“Heh…you little brat…”

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“…Does sex always feel that good?”

“If your partner’s good, yeah.”

“Well, one thing’s for sure.”

“What’s that?”

“Mom didn’t leave you for bad sex.”

Pater laughed despite himself, and Eve joined him. It was a tired, shaky kind of laughter, but no less enjoyable for all that. He slumped further down in the shower, and after a few minutes, he could hear her snoring from down the hall. She must have reached the end of her stamina.

Considering she was bouncing on this thing for hours, he thought, looking between his legs at his dick, flagging and floating in the rising water. I don’t think anyone could blame her. The Static packs a hell of a wallop.

There it was again. Thinking of her bouncing on his dick. He could see her in his mind’s eye. Under him, grinding back against him, riding him, leaning against the glass door to the balcony –

Ah, hell…Gonna have to check to see if the neighbors saw anything…

That could wait until later. For now, he knew if he so much as shifted a leg, he’d end up taking a fall that would knock him out for even longer. Best thing he could do right now was rest. He closed his eyes, let the water wash over him, and just settled in for a long, well-deserved nap in the bath.

It felt good.