Gone Fishing

Emilly flicked the tip of the rod, the bright yellow and black beetlespin arching through the air to land in the water with a loud plop. The rattling chirp of a kingfisher and the honks of geese filled the humid air, Emilly glancing over at Lawrence as he gave his frog lure a jerk. The frog gave a pop with an expanding ripple around it, Lawrence waiting half a minute and then giving the frog another small jerk.

Emilly had been reeling in slowly and steadily, her eyes widening at the sudden jerk while she brought the tip of her rod up.

"Get it?" Lawrence asked.

"No," Emilly replied, the tip of her rod dropping while she continued to reel in.

Lawrence smiled and returned his attention to his own lure. The water of the rock quarry was crystal clear, Emilly easily able to see the stony ledge ten feet below, an occasional tree resting on the bottom, and even the half dozen large mouth bass that were clustered a few feet below Lawrence's frog.

A raven burbled from somewhere in the trees, Emilly glancing up to try to find it until looking back at Lawrence. He stood barefoot with his legs wide apart on the bass boat, the gentle rocking motion making him sway slightly while he gave his frog lure another jerk. He had on an old and ratty, molted green tank top and cargo shorts, barefoot as he always seemed to be, the back of his shirt several shades darker and damp with sweat from the oppressive heat and humidity. His shoulders and arms were darkly tanned from working outside running his landscaping business, his muscles still toned and prominent even past fifty.

"It's so hot, I'd forgotten how hot it could get after moving to Oregon," Emilly said softly and tossed out her beetlespin again.

"it'd be worse in town instead of on the lake," Lawrence replied.

Emilly smiled at his back before there was a sudden splash, the tip of Lawrence's pole bending down as he lifted it up. The barely visibly line cut through the water until the large mouth bass jumped in a rainbow of sparkling water droplets before splashing back into the lake.

"He's a good one!" Emilly declared happily.

"You have the net?" Lawrence asked while he fought to bring the fish in closer.

Emilly quickly finished reeling in and then turned to lean forward to pick up a dip net at the front of the bass boat. She had to take a quick step forward to keep her balance, the boat rocking at her sudden movement. When she turned back Lawrence had the fish almost to the side of the boat, Emilly stepping up beside him and waiting.

She felt a thrill of excitement when their arms touched and leaned into the momentary contact, Lawrence managing to bring the bass close along side. Emilly got to her knees and leaned over the side to scoop up the fish with the frog lure hanging from the edge of it's mouth.

"Nice!" Emilly declared lifting the net out of the water and used a thumb and forefinger to pinch the bottom lip of the bass and lift it free.

Emilly looked up with a huge smile and noticed where Lawrence's eyes were focused for a moment before hastily looking away.

"What is it... ten... twelve inches?" Lawrence asked.

"Why do guys always have such a hard time guessing how long something is?" Emilly asked while she unhooked the lure from edge of the gaping mouth.

Lawrence stammered for a moment, his face going a bright red before glaring at her.

"Ok, you can just watch what you're saying, young lady!" Lawrence shot back.

"I'm in college!" Emilly replied and held out the fish for Lawrence to see, "So... not that young, and not a lady.

"Not anymore."

Emilly grinned at Lawrence's obvious discomfort and then took pity on him.

"Do you want to keep it?" she asked while still holding the bass by the lip.

"Ahhh, let's get a quick picture and then you can toss it back," Lawrence replied.

He turned around to dig through his fishing vest laying on the deck for his phone, Emilly glancing down at the to small red bikini top that barely covered her C cup breasts and grinned. When Lawrence turned back he gapped in an almost identical expression to the fish when he saw Emilly holding his catch just below her breasts, one hand supporting the stomach while she still held onto the lip with her other.

"How's this?" Emilly asked innocently.

"That's... uh," Lawrence replied, his eyes staring in the general direction of his fish and then looked up to catch Emilly's eyes, "That'll do. Hold it just like that."

Emilly grinned back at Lawrence's expression and only smiled wider when he brought his phone up to take a picture. She made sure that the fish was below her breasts and even leaned back slightly to thrust out her chest. It seemed to be taking a bit longer than what a single picture would take, Emilly still smiling while she thrust out her chest.

"Ok, you can toss him back in," Lawrence said with a cough a minute later.

"He's really nice!" Emilly replied and bent down to lower the bass back into the lake while making sure her butt was pointed in Lawrence's direction, "I bet you got some really good pictures!"

While still holding onto the lip Emilly pulled the fish through the water until it quickly revived. With a thrash and splash of water the bass yanked out of her hand and darted into the crystal clear depths, her eyes following it before it disappeared beneath a submerged log. Emilly took a quick glance behind herself and was rewarded with Lawrence's stare at her ass, her tight Daisy Duke's molded to her skin. He glanced up to see her grinning back at him and turned away, a flick of his wrist sending the frog lure soaring out over the lake.

"I'm glad you asked me to go fishing," Emilly said and washed her hands off before standing.

"Me too," Lawrence replied with jerk of his pole, "It's been too long since we got to spend time together."

"Ever since mom left," Emilly said softly.

Lawrence took a deep breath and gave the tip of his rod another jerk.

"How is your mother?" he asked.

"Drunk," Emilly shot back, "Fucking any swinging dick that she can get to hold still long enough for her skank ass to sit on it!"

"Emilly!" Lawrence shot back, his voice clipped and raising slightly.

Emilly glanced down at her bare toes in embarrassment, her bright yellow nail polish a garish contrast to the astroturf green of the boat's carpeting.

"We don't really talk much," Emilly confessed a moment later, "The last time though...

"She really was drunk, living in some tornado bait trailer park now, so I guess not much different than from before the divorce."

"What about your dad?" Lawrence asked.

Emilly jerked in surprise and glanced over at Lawrence, the question about her biological father completely surprising her.

"I... no clue," Emilly replied while watching Lawrence's back.

"You should reach out to him," Lawrence replied softly, "I know how good it feels having you spend time with me after so many years."

Emilly felt a film of tears cover her eyes, all the happy memories that she had as a family growing up with Lawrence when her mom had lived with him flooding over her. But they hadn't been family, those happy memories shattered by her mom leaving one day for some biker dick who liked to slap her around.

And hadn't been above sharing out a few of those slaps for Emilly either. Or more when her mother had been passed out drunk and unable to give him what he demanded.

"I don't even know where he's at," Emilly replied after a moment, "But I did know where you were hiding and trying to be some sort of recluse!"

"Recluse is it," Lawrence shot back and turned around to smile at Emilly.

"Recluse!" Emilly replied smugly, "When's the last time you've been out on a date! Two years! And don't you dare lie, I have very good spies!"

"Jonathan carrying tales again?" Lawrence asked with a scowl, "And why the hell would I want to date someone?

"I can go fishing when ever I want, eat bacon, leave my socks on the floor and watch the games on Sunday bare ass naked! Why'd I want to go and ruin a good thing like that for!"

"You do not sit around naked!" Emilly said with a laugh, "Can you imagine!"

"Oh, god, I hope you can't," Lawrence replied with a smile, "But that's not the point. I could if I wanted to!"

"You should go out, you'd make some lucky girl very happy!" Emilly shot back.

Lawrence rolled his eyes before reeling in his lure to toss back out with a loud plop.

"I'd come over to watch the game with you," Emilly replied and was rewarded with Lawrence flinching as if she had just pinched his ass.

"Umm hmm," Lawrence said while shaking his head.

"I would!" Emilly declared, "I'd even do it naked!

"I'll make you a deal, you show me yours right now, right this minute and I'll show you mine!"

"Emilly," Lawrence replied with a shake of his head, "No! And besides, I've already seen yours when I had to wipe your ass when ever you shit your diapers! No."

"I promise I look a lot different now," Emilly said huskily and then with a thrill of excitement reached up to untie her bikini top and let it fall to the floor of the boat, "See!"

Lawrence turned around curiously and then froze, his eyes wide and staring at Emilly's breasts. She had filled out once she had started college, her small mosquito bump B cups growing and swelling until she now possessed full C cups, her dark areola perched high up so that her nipples pointed more upward than forward.

Nipples that were now aching and hard as she reached up to twist and pull on them both.

"Emilly, get your top back on!" Lawrence snapped although he never took his eyes away from her breasts.

"It's to hot, daddy," Emilly replied and reached down to unbutton her Daisy Duke shorts and then shimmy her hips to get the tight fabric to slip down, "I want to be your good girl again, daddy!"

Emilly hadn't bothered with underwear when she had dressed for the day, a plan of what she had intended to do when she asked her former step dad to take her fishing possibly lurking in the back of her mind even then. Now she felt the warm air blow across the swell of her mound, her cleft already wet and weeping as she kicked her shorts away with a bare foot.

"Em..." Lawrence almost moaned, a hand reaching down to rub the front of his jeans as he stared at his naked former stepdaughter, "Get... get dressed."

"Will you spank me if I don't, daddy?" Emilly replied huskily, "Please, daddy, will you spank me?"

"God damnit! Get dressed!" Lawrence snapped.

"No," Emilly replied and then with a laugh climbed up onto the edge of the bass boat and dove in.

The water was shockingly cold as it caressed over her skin, the fish that had been hovering below darting away in all directions. She proposed through the water, her body undulating to propel her forward, her buoyancy bending her path upward until she broke the surface twenty feet away. Emilly gasped in delight and shook her head, water droplets flying from her shoulder length hair dyed a livid green this month. She spun in the water to face the bass boat and found Lawrence standing at the gunwale with his fists on his hips. She grinned even more at the remembered pose, more often than not his anger directed at her stepbrother Jonathan than at her, but always an indication of a storm to come.

"Emilly!" Lawrence yelled.

"Jump in!" Emilly yelled back, her arms sweeping wide and legs kicking to hold her at the surface, "The water feels amazing!

"Come on, daddy, I dare you!"

Emilly let her head sink beneath the surface for a moment before bobbing back up to again shake her head to send water flying away.

"I showed you mine, you said you would show me yours, daddy!" Emilly called out.

"Wha... I did not!" Lawrence said defensively.

"Yes you did! And it's only fair!" Emilly said in delight at his sudden consternation.

"I... you..." Lawrence sputtered.

Emilly felt another thrill of excitement when she saw him reach down to adjust himself through the front of his jeans, the hard bulge of his excitement visible even from where she was swimming.

"Please, daddy?" Emilly called out, "I really really want to see you, I'll even give you a kiss if you let me see you, daddy!

"Just tell me where you'd like me to kiss you, daddy!"

Lawrence still hesitated, although Emilly was sure his resistance was melting away.

"It's been..." Lawrence said almost to softly for Emilly to even hear him.

"It's been to long, daddy," Emilly yelled, "Please? Show me? I want to give you a kiss, daddy!"

Lawrence glanced around the quarry for a moment before his eyes returned to Emilly. She grinned and the let herself rise up so that she was floating on her back, her breasts thrust well above the surface of the water.

"I'm waiting, daddy, I really want to give you that kiss," Emilly called out while watching Lawrence standing on the bass boat.

"You're not going to listen to me, are you!" Lawrence called out, "You need to swim back over here and get dressed!"

"No, I'm not, I'm being a bad girl, a little brat that needs to be spanked!" Emilly yelled and then playfully splashed water towards Lawrence, "Come on daddy, jump in!

"Seriously, please jump in?"

Emilly said the last in almost a pleading voice, Lawrence glancing around again as if to try and spot a dozen people suddenly approaching before shaking his head.

"Jessus Christ!" he muttered, a thrill surging through Emilly when she saw him begin to unbutton his shirt.

He slipped off his shirt, his upper chest covered in once dark black hair now dusted more with gray than black. When he began to work at his belt Emilly couldn't help herself and floated back upright so that she could watch. Lawrence unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly before hesitating and looking up to see Emilly watching him.

"Hurry daddy, I want a hug and a kiss!" Emilly called out.

Lawrence continued to hesitate for a few more moments until Emilly called out 'Please!' again and then quickly shoved his jeans down so that he was standing on the boat in only his boxers.

"No cheating!" Emilly called out.

Lawrence glanced around again and then with a glare at Emilly reached down to slip his boxers over his hips. Emilly grinned in delight at the sight of his semi erect cock springing up, his length jutting out from a nest of dark, curly hair. She barely had a glimpse of him before he leaped forward in a perfect dive, his body plunging deep beneath the clear water. Emilly watched his body glide beneath the water trailing a line of bubbles, his angle suddenly shifting towards her midway through. She dogpaddled and moved slightly towards where she thought he would surface and then wrapped her arms around him the moment he came up spluttering for air.

"Daddy!" Emilly squealed and pulled herself against him before leaning in to kiss his lips.

The two ended up sinking back beneath the surface, Emilly pressing her stomach hard against Lawrence cock that was trapped between them, her tongue probing at his lips which he kept tightly closed.

"Em!" Lawrence gasped when they came up splashing for air again.

"Daddy!" Emilly said happily with her arms still wrapped around his neck, "I promised you a kiss! Or did you think I'd kiss you... oh, daddy!"

Emilly reached between then and gave Lawrence's hard dick a squeeze while she grinned and then pushed him away. She took a quick breath of air and then propelled herself below the surface. The view was blurry and distorted without goggles, but when Emilly opened her eyes she could easily make out Lawrence's stomach and the nest of curly hair between his legs, and Lawrence's hard shaft as well. She waved her hands through the water to dart forward to grab Lawrence's hips, her head darting in even closer. She opened her mouth, the water cool with a slightly fishy taste and then had Lawrence's smooth glans in her mouth. She sucked hard, but only for a moment before releasing her prize and then surged up to the surface again.

"Emilly!" Lawrence gasped the moment she broke the surface.

"Daddy!" Emilly cried in delight, "I promised I'd give you a kiss!"

"Em! We can't... we shouldn't be doing this!" Lawrence protested while dogpaddling away from her.

Emilly quickly moved closer chasing him across the lake until she could reach out and pull him into an embrace, her lips pressing against his, her tongue struggling to penetrate deeper until she leaned back to look at him. She intentionally moved her body to feel his hard dick pressed against her stomach, Lawrence's face red while he struggled to maintain a little separation between them.

"I'm in college, I'm old enough to go to a bar, do you want to know how many men I've had sex with?" Emilly asked, "Can't? Shouldn't? Those are two completely different things and I don't think either one of them are true for us!"

"I don't think it's any of my business how many people you've slept with," Lawrence protested, but also stopped trying to push Emilly away from him, "And we still shouldn't!"

"Please, daddy?" Emilly begged and pouted, a sure way to have always got what she wanted in the past, "How long has it been for you?"

"That's... that's none of your business!" Lawrence said.

"I can feel how hard you are pressed against my stomach, daddy," Emilly cooed, "I can feel how much you want me. You can take me, daddy, I want you to take me!

"I want to be your good girl again!"

"Shit, Emilly, no!" Lawrence protested, "I didn't take you fishing today to do this!"

"I know you didn't," Emilly replied with a gentle smile, "You're too good to take advantage of me, to much the gentleman, you've always been kind and loving, but I can take advantage of you, can't I daddy?"

Emilly leaned in to kiss Lawrence again, this time his lips parting just slightly so that she could work the tip of her tongue between them. She moaned and licked at his lips, the tip of her tongue tracing over his soft skin until he parted his mouth a little wider.

Suddenly Emilly found herself crushed in his arms as he squeezed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth while he moaned. It lasted only a moment and then they both dunked beneath the surface, their kiss breaking up as they came back up spluttering for air. Emilly laughed in delight and quickly swam back into his arms, her chest thrusting out as she rotated slightly to feel her hard nipples grazing over his chest.

"Can I be your good girl, daddy?" Emilly teased and bit at Lawrence's lower lip, "Will you let me be your good girl?"

Lawrence flinched at the feel of her sharp teeth biting into his lower lip and pulled away enough to look into her hazel eyes.

"Fuck, Emilly," Lawrence gasped while shaking his head, his arms holding her tightly while he kicked his legs to stay above the water.

"Yes, daddy, you can fuck me, daddy," Emilly moaned.

She kissed Lawrence's lips again, their tongues dancing and sparing while they dunked beneath the water. They came up spluttering again, Lawrence panting with his dick pressed hard into Emilly's stomach.

"I think we need to get back on the boat," Lawrence gasped.

Emilly splashed water into Lawrence's face and pushed away swimming strongly with a freestyle stoke for the boat. Before she had managed to swim more than a few feet she felt a hand grab her ankle hard and yank backward, Emilly giving a squeal that was little more than bubbles. Strong hands grabbed her around the waist and before she had a chance to recover lifted and threw her. It wasn't much of a throw with Lawrence floating well above the bottom with no leverage but was enough to cause Emilly to splash to the side while he swam for the transom.

"Daddy!" Emilly yelled as she came up spluttering and laughing, turning to catch a view of Lawerence's rather hair ass as he pulled himself out of the water and onto the transom.

Emilly swam over to the transom, Lawrence reaching down and offering her a hand that she took so he could bodily pull her up.